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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Copy-Cat & Other Stories by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: foam of gold and green and rose, but his sister Annie
raised whirlwinds with hers. The Hempstead yard
was large and deep, and had two great squares given
over to wild growths on either side of the gravel walk,
which was bordered with shrubs, flowering in their
turn, like a class of children at school saying their
lessons. The spring shrubs had all spelled out their
floral recitations, of course, but great clumps of
peonies were spreading wide skirts of gigantic bloom,
like dancers courtesying low on the stage of summer,
and shafts of green-white Yucca lilies and Japan
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