elm-twigs

Updated: May 4, 2025

Outside, the March wind is roughly hustling the dry, brown trees and pinching the diffident green shoots, while the round and rayless sun of late afternoon is staring, from behind the elm-twigs in at the long maps on the wall, in at the high chairs tall of back, cruelly tiny of seat, off whose rungs we have kicked all the paint in at the green baize table, richly freaked with splashes.

Rhoda Broughton - Nancy

An unwithered geranium sprig lying among the leaves whispered that the pages had been read that morning. Out on the lawn birds swung in the elm-twigs, singing cheerily, lambs bleated and ran races, and the little silver bell on Huldah's pet fawn, "Edna," tinkled ceaselessly. "Help me, O my God! in this the last hour of my trial."

Augusta J. (Augusta Jane) Evans - St. Elmo