Alice Morse Earle,
In old Narragansett; romances and realities
(1898)
“ Those who know the beauty of sunny Narragansett in early June, when the roads [Pg 20] are everywhere overhung with the graceful, sweet-scented blossoms of slender locust-trees, when the roadsides are one luxuriant, blooming garden of lovely wild flowers, and the fields are sweet with rich clover, can feel the strong and painful contrast which the sad figure of the dying girl must have formed to the glowing life around. ”
