Citation de Williamine
It exhaled at any rate a simple freshness, and I catch its pure breath, at our infantile Albany, as the very air of long summer afternoons – ocasions tasting of ample leisure, still bookless, yet begining to be bedless, or cribless ; tasting of accessible garden peaches in a liberal backward territory that was still almost part of a country town ; tasting of many-sized uncles, aunts, cousins, of strange legendary domestics … ; tasting above all of a big much-shaded savoury house in which a softly-sighing widowed grandmother, Catherine Barber by birth, whose attitude was a resigned consciousness of complications and accretions, dispensed an hospitality seemingly as joyless as it was certainly boundless.
