Lucy Maud Montgomery,
Kilmeny of the Orchard — A Sweeter Woman Ne'er Drew Breath
“ He must be taught his place. I mistrust we have all made more of him than we should."But most of the idyllic hours of Eric's wooing were spent in the old orchard; the garden end of it was now a wilderness of roses--roses red as the heart of a sunset, roses pink as the early flush of dawn, roses white as the snows on mountain peaks, roses full blown, and roses in buds that were sweeter than anything on earth except Kilmeny's face. Their petals fell in silken heaps along the old paths or clung to the lush grasses among which Eric lay and dreamed, while Kilmeny played to him on her violin. ”
