Even the widow herself, Katharine fancied, leaned a little toward this "forehandedness," since she made fruit-cake six months before it was to be eaten; and on that memorable night of the storm had actually produced for each child a piece of the same sort of cake, meltingly luscious and moist in one's mouth, with the statement that it had been baked just seven years before.
"The Brass Bound Box"
Evelyn Raymond
She smiled meltingly, then became mock-businesslike.
"The Tunnel Under The World"
Frederik Pohl
The month, it was August, and meltingly warm, Not a cloud in the sky nor the sign of a storm; So I jumped in the stage, with the freight of the fair, And in less than a day at Passaick we were.
"The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III)"
Philip Freneau