Story Of An Hour

Mrs. Mallard saw life outside of her window. She saw the trees, smelled the rain, heard the sound of birds, and listened to the voices.

She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.