Charlotte Perkins Gilman,
Herland — Chapter 2
(1915)
“ This was Jeff, always an enthusiast; but we could agree with him fully.The road was some sort of hard manufactured stuff, sloped slightly to shed rain, with every curve and grade and gutter as perfect as if it were Europe's best. "No men, eh?" sneered Terry. On either side a double row of trees shaded the footpaths; between the trees bushes or vines, all fruit-bearing, now and then seats and little wayside fountains; everywhere flowers. ”
