wrenfield

Updated: June 8, 2025

He had miles of it at Wrenfield his big kitchen-garden was surrounded by blinking battalions of green-houses. And in nearly all of them melons were grown early melons and late, French, English, domestic dwarf melons and monsters: every shape, colour and variety. They were petted and nursed like children a staff of trained attendants waited on them.

Edith Wharton - The Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton — Part 1

One day, about three weeks later, Granice, on getting home, found Kate excited over a report from Wrenfield. The Italian had been there again had somehow slipped into the house, made his way up to the library, and "used threatening language." The house-keeper found cousin Joseph gasping, the whites of his eyes showing "something awful."

Edith Wharton - Tales of Men and Ghosts