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buildings, a brick schoolhouse, the courthouse, and four white churches. Our own house looked down over the town, and from our upstairs windows we could see the winding line of the river bluffs, two miles south of us. That river was to be my compensation for the lost freedom of the farming country. We came to Black Ha... | No speaker | rows of new brick “store”<|quote|>buildings, a brick schoolhouse, the courthouse, and four white churches. Our own house looked down over the town, and from our upstairs windows we could see the winding line of the river bluffs, two miles south of us. That river was to be my compensation for the lost freedom of the far... | the town there were two rows of new brick “store”<|quote|>buildings, a brick schoolhouse, the courthouse, and four white churches. Our own house looked down over the town, and from our upstairs windows we could see the winding line of the river bluffs, two miles south of us. That river was to be my compensation for the... | in which we had come to live, was a clean, well-planted little prairie town, with white fences and good green yards about the dwellings, wide, dusty streets, and shapely little trees growing along the wooden sidewalks. In the center of the town there were two rows of new brick “store”<|quote|>buildings, a brick schoolh... | that Jake had been down with mountain fever, but now they were both working in the Yankee Girl mine, and were doing well. I wrote to them at that address, but my letter was returned to me, “unclaimed.” After that we never heard from them. Black Hawk, the new world in which we had come to live, was a clean, well-plante... | cupboards for grandmother’s kitchen, and seemed loath to leave us. But at last they went, without warning. Those two fellows had been faithful to us through sun and storm, had given us things that cannot be bought in any market in the world. With me they had been like older brothers; had restrained their speech and man... | and we bought Preacher White’s house, at the north end of Black Hawk. This was the first town house one passed driving in from the farm, a landmark which told country people their long ride was over. We were to move to Black Hawk in March, and as soon as grandfather had fixed the date he let Jake and Otto know of his i... | horizon, or looking up at the gaunt frame of the windmill against the blue night sky. One night there was a beautiful electric storm, though not enough rain fell to damage the cut grain. The men went down to the barn immediately after supper, and when the dishes were washed Ántonia and I climbed up on the slanting roof... | driving in from the farm, a landmark which told country people their long ride was over. We were to move to Black Hawk in March, and as soon as grandfather had fixed the date he let Jake and Otto know of his intention. Otto said he would not be likely to find another place that suited him so well; that he was tired of ... | My Antonia |
“keeps,” | No speaker | over I could fight, play<|quote|>“keeps,”</|quote|>tease the little girls, and | spring term of school was over I could fight, play<|quote|>“keeps,”</|quote|>tease the little girls, and use forbidden words as well | Church, grandmother was busy with church suppers and missionary societies, and I was quite another boy, or thought I was. Suddenly put down among boys of my own age, I found I had a great deal to learn. Before the spring term of school was over I could fight, play<|quote|>“keeps,”</|quote|>tease the little girls, and u... | of the river bluffs, two miles south of us. That river was to be my compensation for the lost freedom of the farming country. We came to Black Hawk in March, and by the end of April we felt like town people. Grandfather was a deacon in the new Baptist Church, grandmother was busy with church suppers and missionary soci... | address, but my letter was returned to me, “unclaimed.” After that we never heard from them. Black Hawk, the new world in which we had come to live, was a clean, well-planted little prairie town, with white fences and good green yards about the dwellings, wide, dusty streets, and shapely little trees growing along the... | disposition that he would be an easy prey to sharpers. Grandmother begged him to stay among kindly, Christian people, where he was known; but there was no reasoning with him. He wanted to be a prospector. He thought a silver mine was waiting for him in Colorado. Jake and Otto served us to the last. They moved us into t... | moonlight on it; and the mottled part of the sky was like marble pavement, like the quay of some splendid sea-coast city, doomed to destruction. Great warm splashes of rain fell on our upturned faces. One black cloud, no bigger than a little boat, drifted out into the clear space unattended, and kept moving westward. A... | her bachelor brother, and we bought Preacher White’s house, at the north end of Black Hawk. This was the first town house one passed driving in from the farm, a landmark which told country people their long ride was over. We were to move to Black Hawk in March, and as soon as grandfather had fixed the date he let Jake ... | My Antonia |
tease the little girls, and use forbidden words as well as any boy in my class. I was restrained from utter savagery only by the fact that Mrs. Harling, our nearest neighbor, kept an eye on me, and if my behavior went beyond certain bounds I was not permitted to come into her yard or to play with her jolly children. W... | No speaker | I could fight, play “keeps,”<|quote|>tease the little girls, and use forbidden words as well as any boy in my class. I was restrained from utter savagery only by the fact that Mrs. Harling, our nearest neighbor, kept an eye on me, and if my behavior went beyond certain bounds I was not permitted to come into her yard o... | term of school was over I could fight, play “keeps,”<|quote|>tease the little girls, and use forbidden words as well as any boy in my class. I was restrained from utter savagery only by the fact that Mrs. Harling, our nearest neighbor, kept an eye on me, and if my behavior went beyond certain bounds I was not permitted... | grandmother was busy with church suppers and missionary societies, and I was quite another boy, or thought I was. Suddenly put down among boys of my own age, I found I had a great deal to learn. Before the spring term of school was over I could fight, play “keeps,”<|quote|>tease the little girls, and use forbidden word... | the river bluffs, two miles south of us. That river was to be my compensation for the lost freedom of the farming country. We came to Black Hawk in March, and by the end of April we felt like town people. Grandfather was a deacon in the new Baptist Church, grandmother was busy with church suppers and missionary societi... | but my letter was returned to me, “unclaimed.” After that we never heard from them. Black Hawk, the new world in which we had come to live, was a clean, well-planted little prairie town, with white fences and good green yards about the dwellings, wide, dusty streets, and shapely little trees growing along the wooden s... | that he would be an easy prey to sharpers. Grandmother begged him to stay among kindly, Christian people, where he was known; but there was no reasoning with him. He wanted to be a prospector. He thought a silver mine was waiting for him in Colorado. Jake and Otto served us to the last. They moved us into town, put dow... | on it; and the mottled part of the sky was like marble pavement, like the quay of some splendid sea-coast city, doomed to destruction. Great warm splashes of rain fell on our upturned faces. One black cloud, no bigger than a little boat, drifted out into the clear space unattended, and kept moving westward. All about u... | to what he called the “wild West.” Jake Marpole, lured by Otto’s stories of adventure, decided to go with him. We did our best to dissuade Jake. He was so handicapped by illiteracy and by his trusting disposition that he would be an easy prey to sharpers. Grandmother begged him to stay among kindly, Christian people, w... | My Antonia |
Mrs. Steavens, who now lived on our farm, grew as fond of Ántonia as we had been, and always brought us news of her. All through the wheat season, she told us, Ambrosch hired his sister out like a man, and she went from farm to farm, binding sheaves or working with the thrashers. The farmers liked her and were kind to ... | No speaker | “They all right, I guess.”<|quote|>Mrs. Steavens, who now lived on our farm, grew as fond of Ántonia as we had been, and always brought us news of her. All through the wheat season, she told us, Ambrosch hired his sister out like a man, and she went from farm to farm, binding sheaves or working with the thrashers. The ... | in his coat and say, “They all right, I guess.”<|quote|>Mrs. Steavens, who now lived on our farm, grew as fond of Ántonia as we had been, and always brought us news of her. All through the wheat season, she told us, Ambrosch hired his sister out like a man, and she went from farm to farm, binding sheaves or working wit... | horses in our barn, he would never stay for dinner, or tell us anything about his mother and sisters. If we ran out and questioned him as he was slipping through the yard, he would merely work his shoulders about in his coat and say, “They all right, I guess.”<|quote|>Mrs. Steavens, who now lived on our farm, grew as f... | kept hoping that Ambrosch would bring Ántonia and Yulka to see our new house. I wanted to show them our red plush furniture, and the trumpet-blowing cherubs the German paper-hanger had put on our parlor ceiling. When Ambrosch came to town, however, he came alone, and though he put his horses in our barn, he would never... | We had a big barn where the farmers could put up their teams, and their women-folk more often accompanied them, now that they could stay with us for dinner, and rest and set their bonnets right before they went shopping. The more our house was like a country hotel, the better I liked it. I was glad, when I came home fr... | down over the town, and from our upstairs windows we could see the winding line of the river bluffs, two miles south of us. That river was to be my compensation for the lost freedom of the farming country. We came to Black Hawk in March, and by the end of April we felt like town people. Grandfather was a deacon in the ... | was the first town house one passed driving in from the farm, a landmark which told country people their long ride was over. We were to move to Black Hawk in March, and as soon as grandfather had fixed the date he let Jake and Otto know of his intention. Otto said he would not be likely to find another place that suite... | brick schoolhouse, the courthouse, and four white churches. Our own house looked down over the town, and from our upstairs windows we could see the winding line of the river bluffs, two miles south of us. That river was to be my compensation for the lost freedom of the farming country. We came to Black Hawk in March, a... | My Antonia |
“keeps,” | No speaker | roller skate, often cheated at<|quote|>“keeps,”</|quote|>but was such a quick | all over town on one roller skate, often cheated at<|quote|>“keeps,”</|quote|>but was such a quick shot one could n’t catch | younger. She was nearly as strong as I, and uncannily clever at all boys’ sports. Sally was a wild thing, with sunburned yellow hair, bobbed about her ears, and a brown skin, for she never wore a hat. She raced all over town on one roller skate, often cheated at<|quote|>“keeps,”</|quote|>but was such a quick shot one c... | hedge that separated our place from hers. Three of the Harling children were near me in age. Charley, the only son,—they had lost an older boy,—was sixteen; Julia, who was known as the musical one, was fourteen when I was; and Sally, the tomboy with short hair, was a year younger. She was nearly as strong as I, and unc... | it had in it the same sudden recognition that flashed into her eyes, was a burst of humor, short and intelligent. Her rapid footsteps shook her own floors, and she routed lassitude and indifference wherever she came. She could not be negative or perfunctory about anything. Her enthusiasm, and her violent likes and disl... | the Harlings. II GRANDMOTHER often said that if she had to live in town, she thanked God she lived next the Harlings. They had been farming people, like ourselves, and their place was like a little farm, with a big barn and a garden, and an orchard and grazing lots,—even a windmill. The Harlings were Norwegians, and Mr... | over I could fight, play “keeps,” tease the little girls, and use forbidden words as well as any boy in my class. I was restrained from utter savagery only by the fact that Mrs. Harling, our nearest neighbor, kept an eye on me, and if my behavior went beyond certain bounds I was not permitted to come into her yard or t... | and though he put his horses in our barn, he would never stay for dinner, or tell us anything about his mother and sisters. If we ran out and questioned him as he was slipping through the yard, he would merely work his shoulders about in his coat and say, “They all right, I guess.” Mrs. Steavens, who now lived on our f... | My Antonia |
but was such a quick shot one could n’t catch her at it. The grown-up daughter, Frances, was a very important person in our world. She was her father’s chief clerk, and virtually managed his Black Hawk office during his frequent absences. Because of her unusual business ability, he was stern and exacting with her. He ... | No speaker | skate, often cheated at “keeps,”<|quote|>but was such a quick shot one could n’t catch her at it. The grown-up daughter, Frances, was a very important person in our world. She was her father’s chief clerk, and virtually managed his Black Hawk office during his frequent absences. Because of her unusual business ability... | over town on one roller skate, often cheated at “keeps,”<|quote|>but was such a quick shot one could n’t catch her at it. The grown-up daughter, Frances, was a very important person in our world. She was her father’s chief clerk, and virtually managed his Black Hawk office during his frequent absences. Because of her ... | She was nearly as strong as I, and uncannily clever at all boys’ sports. Sally was a wild thing, with sunburned yellow hair, bobbed about her ears, and a brown skin, for she never wore a hat. She raced all over town on one roller skate, often cheated at “keeps,”<|quote|>but was such a quick shot one could n’t catch her... | that separated our place from hers. Three of the Harling children were near me in age. Charley, the only son,—they had lost an older boy,—was sixteen; Julia, who was known as the musical one, was fourteen when I was; and Sally, the tomboy with short hair, was a year younger. She was nearly as strong as I, and uncannily... | had in it the same sudden recognition that flashed into her eyes, was a burst of humor, short and intelligent. Her rapid footsteps shook her own floors, and she routed lassitude and indifference wherever she came. She could not be negative or perfunctory about anything. Her enthusiasm, and her violent likes and dislike... | Harlings. II GRANDMOTHER often said that if she had to live in town, she thanked God she lived next the Harlings. They had been farming people, like ourselves, and their place was like a little farm, with a big barn and a garden, and an orchard and grazing lots,—even a windmill. The Harlings were Norwegians, and Mrs. H... | I could fight, play “keeps,” tease the little girls, and use forbidden words as well as any boy in my class. I was restrained from utter savagery only by the fact that Mrs. Harling, our nearest neighbor, kept an eye on me, and if my behavior went beyond certain bounds I was not permitted to come into her yard or to pla... | year before; but grandmother saved her from this by getting her a place to work with our neighbors, the Harlings. II GRANDMOTHER often said that if she had to live in town, she thanked God she lived next the Harlings. They had been farming people, like ourselves, and their place was like a little farm, with a big barn ... | My Antonia |
“what the girl came from” | Mrs. Harling | said she wanted to see<|quote|>“what the girl came from”</|quote|>and to have a clear | the Shimerdas’ with Frances. She said she wanted to see<|quote|>“what the girl came from”</|quote|>and to have a clear understanding with her mother. I | cornered Ambrosch the next time he came to town, and pointed out to him that any connection with Christian Harling would strengthen his credit and be of advantage to him. One Sunday Mrs. Harling took the long ride out to the Shimerdas’ with Frances. She said she wanted to see<|quote|>“what the girl came from”</|quote|>... | without realizing they were doing so. She went to country funerals and weddings in all weathers. A farmer’s daughter who was to be married could count on a wedding present from Frances Harling. In August the Harlings’ Danish cook had to leave them. Grandmother entreated them to try Ántonia. She cornered Ambrosch the ne... | under cultivation, how many cattle he was feeding, what his liabilities were. Her interest in these people was more than a business interest. She carried them all in her mind as if they were characters in a book or a play. When Frances drove out into the country on business, she would go miles out of her way to call on... | and exacting with her. He paid her a good salary, but she had few holidays and never got away from her responsibilities. Even on Sundays she went to the office to open the mail and read the markets. With Charley, who was not interested in business, but was already preparing for Annapolis, Mr. Harling was very indulgent... | The Harlings were Norwegians, and Mrs. Harling had lived in Christiania until she was ten years old. Her husband was born in Minnesota. He was a grain merchant and cattle buyer, and was generally considered the most enterprising business man in our county. He controlled a line of grain elevators in the little towns alo... | Hawk money-lender. Grandfather said Frances Harling was as good a judge of credits as any banker in the county. The two or three men who had tried to take advantage of her in a deal acquired celebrity by their defeat. She knew every farmer for miles about; how much land he had under cultivation, how many cattle he was ... | My Antonia |
and to have a clear understanding with her mother. I was in our yard when they came driving home, just before sunset. They laughed and waved to me as they passed, and I could see they were in great good humor. After supper, when grandfather set off to church, grandmother and I took my short cut through the willow hedge... | No speaker | “what the girl came from”<|quote|>and to have a clear understanding with her mother. I was in our yard when they came driving home, just before sunset. They laughed and waved to me as they passed, and I could see they were in great good humor. After supper, when grandfather set off to church, grandmother and I took my ... | said she wanted to see “what the girl came from”<|quote|>and to have a clear understanding with her mother. I was in our yard when they came driving home, just before sunset. They laughed and waved to me as they passed, and I could see they were in great good humor. After supper, when grandfather set off to church, gra... | he came to town, and pointed out to him that any connection with Christian Harling would strengthen his credit and be of advantage to him. One Sunday Mrs. Harling took the long ride out to the Shimerdas’ with Frances. She said she wanted to see “what the girl came from”<|quote|>and to have a clear understanding with he... | so. She went to country funerals and weddings in all weathers. A farmer’s daughter who was to be married could count on a wedding present from Frances Harling. In August the Harlings’ Danish cook had to leave them. Grandmother entreated them to try Ántonia. She cornered Ambrosch the next time he came to town, and point... | he was feeding, what his liabilities were. Her interest in these people was more than a business interest. She carried them all in her mind as if they were characters in a book or a play. When Frances drove out into the country on business, she would go miles out of her way to call on some of the old people, or to see ... | paid her a good salary, but she had few holidays and never got away from her responsibilities. Even on Sundays she went to the office to open the mail and read the markets. With Charley, who was not interested in business, but was already preparing for Annapolis, Mr. Harling was very indulgent; bought him guns and tool... | Mrs. Harling had lived in Christiania until she was ten years old. Her husband was born in Minnesota. He was a grain merchant and cattle buyer, and was generally considered the most enterprising business man in our county. He controlled a line of grain elevators in the little towns along the railroad to the west of us,... | was as good a judge of credits as any banker in the county. The two or three men who had tried to take advantage of her in a deal acquired celebrity by their defeat. She knew every farmer for miles about; how much land he had under cultivation, how many cattle he was feeding, what his liabilities were. Her interest in ... | My Antonia |
“I expect you left your dishes on the table to-night, Mrs. Burden,” | Mrs. Harling | when she saw us coming.<|quote|>“I expect you left your dishes on the table to-night, Mrs. Burden,”</|quote|>she called. Frances shut the | open window. Mrs. Harling laughed when she saw us coming.<|quote|>“I expect you left your dishes on the table to-night, Mrs. Burden,”</|quote|>she called. Frances shut the piano and came out to | Mrs. Harling with Charley and Sally on the front porch, resting after her hard drive. Julia was in the hammock—she was fond of repose—and Frances was at the piano, playing without a light and talking to her mother through the open window. Mrs. Harling laughed when she saw us coming.<|quote|>“I expect you left your dish... | laughed and waved to me as they passed, and I could see they were in great good humor. After supper, when grandfather set off to church, grandmother and I took my short cut through the willow hedge and went over to hear about the visit to the Shimerdas. We found Mrs. Harling with Charley and Sally on the front porch, r... | wedding present from Frances Harling. In August the Harlings’ Danish cook had to leave them. Grandmother entreated them to try Ántonia. She cornered Ambrosch the next time he came to town, and pointed out to him that any connection with Christian Harling would strengthen his credit and be of advantage to him. One Sunda... | than once they put their wits together to rescue some unfortunate farmer from the clutches of Wick Cutter, the Black Hawk money-lender. Grandfather said Frances Harling was as good a judge of credits as any banker in the county. The two or three men who had tried to take advantage of her in a deal acquired celebrity by... | quick to anger, quick to laughter, and jolly from the depths of her soul. How well I remember her laugh; it had in it the same sudden recognition that flashed into her eyes, was a burst of humor, short and intelligent. Her rapid footsteps shook her own floors, and she routed lassitude and indifference wherever she came... | such a quick shot one could n’t catch her at it. The grown-up daughter, Frances, was a very important person in our world. She was her father’s chief clerk, and virtually managed his Black Hawk office during his frequent absences. Because of her unusual business ability, he was stern and exacting with her. He paid her ... | My Antonia |
she called. Frances shut the piano and came out to join us. They had liked Ántonia from their first glimpse of her; felt they knew exactly what kind of girl she was. As for Mrs. Shimerda, they found her very amusing. Mrs. Harling chuckled whenever she spoke of her. | No speaker | the table to-night, Mrs. Burden,”<|quote|>she called. Frances shut the piano and came out to join us. They had liked Ántonia from their first glimpse of her; felt they knew exactly what kind of girl she was. As for Mrs. Shimerda, they found her very amusing. Mrs. Harling chuckled whenever she spoke of her.</|quote|>“I... | you left your dishes on the table to-night, Mrs. Burden,”<|quote|>she called. Frances shut the piano and came out to join us. They had liked Ántonia from their first glimpse of her; felt they knew exactly what kind of girl she was. As for Mrs. Shimerda, they found her very amusing. Mrs. Harling chuckled whenever she s... | her hard drive. Julia was in the hammock—she was fond of repose—and Frances was at the piano, playing without a light and talking to her mother through the open window. Mrs. Harling laughed when she saw us coming. “I expect you left your dishes on the table to-night, Mrs. Burden,”<|quote|>she called. Frances shut the p... | they were in great good humor. After supper, when grandfather set off to church, grandmother and I took my short cut through the willow hedge and went over to hear about the visit to the Shimerdas. We found Mrs. Harling with Charley and Sally on the front porch, resting after her hard drive. Julia was in the hammock—sh... | to leave them. Grandmother entreated them to try Ántonia. She cornered Ambrosch the next time he came to town, and pointed out to him that any connection with Christian Harling would strengthen his credit and be of advantage to him. One Sunday Mrs. Harling took the long ride out to the Shimerdas’ with Frances. She said... | from the clutches of Wick Cutter, the Black Hawk money-lender. Grandfather said Frances Harling was as good a judge of credits as any banker in the county. The two or three men who had tried to take advantage of her in a deal acquired celebrity by their defeat. She knew every farmer for miles about; how much land he ha... | her soul. How well I remember her laugh; it had in it the same sudden recognition that flashed into her eyes, was a burst of humor, short and intelligent. Her rapid footsteps shook her own floors, and she routed lassitude and indifference wherever she came. She could not be negative or perfunctory about anything. Her e... | interest. She carried them all in her mind as if they were characters in a book or a play. When Frances drove out into the country on business, she would go miles out of her way to call on some of the old people, or to see the women who seldom got to town. She was quick at understanding the grandmothers who spoke no En... | My Antonia |
“I expect I am more at home with that sort of bird than you are, Mrs. Burden. They’re a pair, Ambrosch and that old woman!” | Mrs. Harling | whenever she spoke of her.<|quote|>“I expect I am more at home with that sort of bird than you are, Mrs. Burden. They’re a pair, Ambrosch and that old woman!”</|quote|>They had had a long | very amusing. Mrs. Harling chuckled whenever she spoke of her.<|quote|>“I expect I am more at home with that sort of bird than you are, Mrs. Burden. They’re a pair, Ambrosch and that old woman!”</|quote|>They had had a long argument with Ambrosch about Ántonia’s | Burden,” she called. Frances shut the piano and came out to join us. They had liked Ántonia from their first glimpse of her; felt they knew exactly what kind of girl she was. As for Mrs. Shimerda, they found her very amusing. Mrs. Harling chuckled whenever she spoke of her.<|quote|>“I expect I am more at home with tha... | after her hard drive. Julia was in the hammock—she was fond of repose—and Frances was at the piano, playing without a light and talking to her mother through the open window. Mrs. Harling laughed when she saw us coming. “I expect you left your dishes on the table to-night, Mrs. Burden,” she called. Frances shut the pia... | to the Shimerdas’ with Frances. She said she wanted to see “what the girl came from” and to have a clear understanding with her mother. I was in our yard when they came driving home, just before sunset. They laughed and waved to me as they passed, and I could see they were in great good humor. After supper, when grandf... | knew every farmer for miles about; how much land he had under cultivation, how many cattle he was feeding, what his liabilities were. Her interest in these people was more than a business interest. She carried them all in her mind as if they were characters in a book or a play. When Frances drove out into the country o... | negative or perfunctory about anything. Her enthusiasm, and her violent likes and dislikes, asserted themselves in all the every-day occupations of life. Wash-day was interesting, never dreary, at the Harlings’. Preserving-time was a prolonged festival, and house-cleaning was like a revolution. When Mrs. Harling made g... | than once they put their wits together to rescue some unfortunate farmer from the clutches of Wick Cutter, the Black Hawk money-lender. Grandfather said Frances Harling was as good a judge of credits as any banker in the county. The two or three men who had tried to take advantage of her in a deal acquired celebrity by... | My Antonia |
They had had a long argument with Ambrosch about Ántonia’s allowance for clothes and pocket-money. It was his plan that every cent of his sister’s wages should be paid over to him each month, and he would provide her with such clothing as he thought necessary. When Mrs. Harling told him firmly that she would keep fifty... | No speaker | Ambrosch and that old woman!”<|quote|>They had had a long argument with Ambrosch about Ántonia’s allowance for clothes and pocket-money. It was his plan that every cent of his sister’s wages should be paid over to him each month, and he would provide her with such clothing as he thought necessary. When Mrs. Harling tol... | Mrs. Burden. They’re a pair, Ambrosch and that old woman!”<|quote|>They had had a long argument with Ambrosch about Ántonia’s allowance for clothes and pocket-money. It was his plan that every cent of his sister’s wages should be paid over to him each month, and he would provide her with such clothing as he thought nec... | knew exactly what kind of girl she was. As for Mrs. Shimerda, they found her very amusing. Mrs. Harling chuckled whenever she spoke of her. “I expect I am more at home with that sort of bird than you are, Mrs. Burden. They’re a pair, Ambrosch and that old woman!”<|quote|>They had had a long argument with Ambrosch about... | her mother through the open window. Mrs. Harling laughed when she saw us coming. “I expect you left your dishes on the table to-night, Mrs. Burden,” she called. Frances shut the piano and came out to join us. They had liked Ántonia from their first glimpse of her; felt they knew exactly what kind of girl she was. As f... | I was in our yard when they came driving home, just before sunset. They laughed and waved to me as they passed, and I could see they were in great good humor. After supper, when grandfather set off to church, grandmother and I took my short cut through the willow hedge and went over to hear about the visit to the Shime... | in these people was more than a business interest. She carried them all in her mind as if they were characters in a book or a play. When Frances drove out into the country on business, she would go miles out of her way to call on some of the old people, or to see the women who seldom got to town. She was quick at under... | never dreary, at the Harlings’. Preserving-time was a prolonged festival, and house-cleaning was like a revolution. When Mrs. Harling made garden that spring, we could feel the stir of her undertaking through the willow hedge that separated our place from hers. Three of the Harling children were near me in age. Charley... | in a book or a play. When Frances drove out into the country on business, she would go miles out of her way to call on some of the old people, or to see the women who seldom got to town. She was quick at understanding the grandmothers who spoke no English, and the most reticent and distrustful of them would tell her th... | My Antonia |
“make even.” | Mrs. Harling | fat geese every year to<|quote|>“make even.”</|quote|>Ambrosch was to bring his | would send Mrs. Harling three fat geese every year to<|quote|>“make even.”</|quote|>Ambrosch was to bring his sister to town next Saturday. | him in Bohemian. Mrs. Harling finally agreed to pay three dollars a week for Ántonia’s services—good wages in those days—and to keep her in shoes. There had been hot dispute about the shoes, Mrs. Shimerda finally saying persuasively that she would send Mrs. Harling three fat geese every year to<|quote|>“make even.”</|q... | dress her up and make a fool of her. Mrs. Harling gave us a lively account of Ambrosch’s behavior throughout the interview; how he kept jumping up and putting on his cap as if he were through with the whole business, and how his mother tweaked his coat-tail and prompted him in Bohemian. Mrs. Harling finally agreed to p... | “I expect I am more at home with that sort of bird than you are, Mrs. Burden. They’re a pair, Ambrosch and that old woman!” They had had a long argument with Ambrosch about Ántonia’s allowance for clothes and pocket-money. It was his plan that every cent of his sister’s wages should be paid over to him each month, and ... | to the Shimerdas’ with Frances. She said she wanted to see “what the girl came from” and to have a clear understanding with her mother. I was in our yard when they came driving home, just before sunset. They laughed and waved to me as they passed, and I could see they were in great good humor. After supper, when grandf... | frequent absences. Because of her unusual business ability, he was stern and exacting with her. He paid her a good salary, but she had few holidays and never got away from her responsibilities. Even on Sundays she went to the office to open the mail and read the markets. With Charley, who was not interested in business... | on a wedding present from Frances Harling. In August the Harlings’ Danish cook had to leave them. Grandmother entreated them to try Ántonia. She cornered Ambrosch the next time he came to town, and pointed out to him that any connection with Christian Harling would strengthen his credit and be of advantage to him. One ... | My Antonia |
Ambrosch was to bring his sister to town next Saturday. | No speaker | every year to “make even.”<|quote|>Ambrosch was to bring his sister to town next Saturday.</|quote|>“She’ll be awkward and rough | Mrs. Harling three fat geese every year to “make even.”<|quote|>Ambrosch was to bring his sister to town next Saturday.</|quote|>“She’ll be awkward and rough at first, like enough,” grandmother | Bohemian. Mrs. Harling finally agreed to pay three dollars a week for Ántonia’s services—good wages in those days—and to keep her in shoes. There had been hot dispute about the shoes, Mrs. Shimerda finally saying persuasively that she would send Mrs. Harling three fat geese every year to “make even.”<|quote|>Ambrosch w... | up and make a fool of her. Mrs. Harling gave us a lively account of Ambrosch’s behavior throughout the interview; how he kept jumping up and putting on his cap as if he were through with the whole business, and how his mother tweaked his coat-tail and prompted him in Bohemian. Mrs. Harling finally agreed to pay three d... | I am more at home with that sort of bird than you are, Mrs. Burden. They’re a pair, Ambrosch and that old woman!” They had had a long argument with Ambrosch about Ántonia’s allowance for clothes and pocket-money. It was his plan that every cent of his sister’s wages should be paid over to him each month, and he would p... | Shimerdas’ with Frances. She said she wanted to see “what the girl came from” and to have a clear understanding with her mother. I was in our yard when they came driving home, just before sunset. They laughed and waved to me as they passed, and I could see they were in great good humor. After supper, when grandfather s... | Because of her unusual business ability, he was stern and exacting with her. He paid her a good salary, but she had few holidays and never got away from her responsibilities. Even on Sundays she went to the office to open the mail and read the markets. With Charley, who was not interested in business, but was already p... | off to church, grandmother and I took my short cut through the willow hedge and went over to hear about the visit to the Shimerdas. We found Mrs. Harling with Charley and Sally on the front porch, resting after her hard drive. Julia was in the hammock—she was fond of repose—and Frances was at the piano, playing without... | My Antonia |
“She’ll be awkward and rough at first, like enough,” | Grandmother | sister to town next Saturday.<|quote|>“She’ll be awkward and rough at first, like enough,”</|quote|>grandmother said anxiously, “but unless | Ambrosch was to bring his sister to town next Saturday.<|quote|>“She’ll be awkward and rough at first, like enough,”</|quote|>grandmother said anxiously, “but unless she’s been spoiled by the | week for Ántonia’s services—good wages in those days—and to keep her in shoes. There had been hot dispute about the shoes, Mrs. Shimerda finally saying persuasively that she would send Mrs. Harling three fat geese every year to “make even.” Ambrosch was to bring his sister to town next Saturday.<|quote|>“She’ll be awkw... | us a lively account of Ambrosch’s behavior throughout the interview; how he kept jumping up and putting on his cap as if he were through with the whole business, and how his mother tweaked his coat-tail and prompted him in Bohemian. Mrs. Harling finally agreed to pay three dollars a week for Ántonia’s services—good wag... | than you are, Mrs. Burden. They’re a pair, Ambrosch and that old woman!” They had had a long argument with Ambrosch about Ántonia’s allowance for clothes and pocket-money. It was his plan that every cent of his sister’s wages should be paid over to him each month, and he would provide her with such clothing as he thoug... | the girl came from” and to have a clear understanding with her mother. I was in our yard when they came driving home, just before sunset. They laughed and waved to me as they passed, and I could see they were in great good humor. After supper, when grandfather set off to church, grandmother and I took my short cut thro... | exacting with her. He paid her a good salary, but she had few holidays and never got away from her responsibilities. Even on Sundays she went to the office to open the mail and read the markets. With Charley, who was not interested in business, but was already preparing for Annapolis, Mr. Harling was very indulgent; bo... | and pointed out to him that any connection with Christian Harling would strengthen his credit and be of advantage to him. One Sunday Mrs. Harling took the long ride out to the Shimerdas’ with Frances. She said she wanted to see “what the girl came from” and to have a clear understanding with her mother. I was in our ya... | My Antonia |
grandmother said anxiously, | No speaker | rough at first, like enough,”<|quote|>grandmother said anxiously,</|quote|>“but unless she’s been spoiled | Saturday. “She’ll be awkward and rough at first, like enough,”<|quote|>grandmother said anxiously,</|quote|>“but unless she’s been spoiled by the hard life she’s | keep her in shoes. There had been hot dispute about the shoes, Mrs. Shimerda finally saying persuasively that she would send Mrs. Harling three fat geese every year to “make even.” Ambrosch was to bring his sister to town next Saturday. “She’ll be awkward and rough at first, like enough,”<|quote|>grandmother said anxio... | interview; how he kept jumping up and putting on his cap as if he were through with the whole business, and how his mother tweaked his coat-tail and prompted him in Bohemian. Mrs. Harling finally agreed to pay three dollars a week for Ántonia’s services—good wages in those days—and to keep her in shoes. There had been ... | and that old woman!” They had had a long argument with Ambrosch about Ántonia’s allowance for clothes and pocket-money. It was his plan that every cent of his sister’s wages should be paid over to him each month, and he would provide her with such clothing as he thought necessary. When Mrs. Harling told him firmly that... | understanding with her mother. I was in our yard when they came driving home, just before sunset. They laughed and waved to me as they passed, and I could see they were in great good humor. After supper, when grandfather set off to church, grandmother and I took my short cut through the willow hedge and went over to he... | but she had few holidays and never got away from her responsibilities. Even on Sundays she went to the office to open the mail and read the markets. With Charley, who was not interested in business, but was already preparing for Annapolis, Mr. Harling was very indulgent; bought him guns and tools and electric batteries... | amusing. Mrs. Harling chuckled whenever she spoke of her. “I expect I am more at home with that sort of bird than you are, Mrs. Burden. They’re a pair, Ambrosch and that old woman!” They had had a long argument with Ambrosch about Ántonia’s allowance for clothes and pocket-money. It was his plan that every cent of his ... | My Antonia |
“but unless she’s been spoiled by the hard life she’s led, she has it in her to be a real helpful girl.” | Grandmother | like enough,” grandmother said anxiously,<|quote|>“but unless she’s been spoiled by the hard life she’s led, she has it in her to be a real helpful girl.”</|quote|>Mrs. Harling laughed her quick, | awkward and rough at first, like enough,” grandmother said anxiously,<|quote|>“but unless she’s been spoiled by the hard life she’s led, she has it in her to be a real helpful girl.”</|quote|>Mrs. Harling laughed her quick, decided laugh. “Oh, I’m not | shoes. There had been hot dispute about the shoes, Mrs. Shimerda finally saying persuasively that she would send Mrs. Harling three fat geese every year to “make even.” Ambrosch was to bring his sister to town next Saturday. “She’ll be awkward and rough at first, like enough,” grandmother said anxiously,<|quote|>“but u... | kept jumping up and putting on his cap as if he were through with the whole business, and how his mother tweaked his coat-tail and prompted him in Bohemian. Mrs. Harling finally agreed to pay three dollars a week for Ántonia’s services—good wages in those days—and to keep her in shoes. There had been hot dispute about ... | woman!” They had had a long argument with Ambrosch about Ántonia’s allowance for clothes and pocket-money. It was his plan that every cent of his sister’s wages should be paid over to him each month, and he would provide her with such clothing as he thought necessary. When Mrs. Harling told him firmly that she would ke... | mother. I was in our yard when they came driving home, just before sunset. They laughed and waved to me as they passed, and I could see they were in great good humor. After supper, when grandfather set off to church, grandmother and I took my short cut through the willow hedge and went over to hear about the visit to t... | few holidays and never got away from her responsibilities. Even on Sundays she went to the office to open the mail and read the markets. With Charley, who was not interested in business, but was already preparing for Annapolis, Mr. Harling was very indulgent; bought him guns and tools and electric batteries, and never ... | Mrs. Burden,” she called. Frances shut the piano and came out to join us. They had liked Ántonia from their first glimpse of her; felt they knew exactly what kind of girl she was. As for Mrs. Shimerda, they found her very amusing. Mrs. Harling chuckled whenever she spoke of her. “I expect I am more at home with that s... | My Antonia |
Mrs. Harling laughed her quick, decided laugh. | No speaker | be a real helpful girl.”<|quote|>Mrs. Harling laughed her quick, decided laugh.</|quote|>“Oh, I’m not worrying, Mrs. | has it in her to be a real helpful girl.”<|quote|>Mrs. Harling laughed her quick, decided laugh.</|quote|>“Oh, I’m not worrying, Mrs. Burden! I can bring something | geese every year to “make even.” Ambrosch was to bring his sister to town next Saturday. “She’ll be awkward and rough at first, like enough,” grandmother said anxiously, “but unless she’s been spoiled by the hard life she’s led, she has it in her to be a real helpful girl.”<|quote|>Mrs. Harling laughed her quick, decid... | his coat-tail and prompted him in Bohemian. Mrs. Harling finally agreed to pay three dollars a week for Ántonia’s services—good wages in those days—and to keep her in shoes. There had been hot dispute about the shoes, Mrs. Shimerda finally saying persuasively that she would send Mrs. Harling three fat geese every year ... | cent of his sister’s wages should be paid over to him each month, and he would provide her with such clothing as he thought necessary. When Mrs. Harling told him firmly that she would keep fifty dollars a year for Ántonia’s own use, he declared they wanted to take his sister to town and dress her up and make a fool of ... | passed, and I could see they were in great good humor. After supper, when grandfather set off to church, grandmother and I took my short cut through the willow hedge and went over to hear about the visit to the Shimerdas. We found Mrs. Harling with Charley and Sally on the front porch, resting after her hard drive. Jul... | read the markets. With Charley, who was not interested in business, but was already preparing for Annapolis, Mr. Harling was very indulgent; bought him guns and tools and electric batteries, and never asked what he did with them. Frances was dark, like her father, and quite as tall. In winter she wore a sealskin coat a... | in our yard when they came driving home, just before sunset. They laughed and waved to me as they passed, and I could see they were in great good humor. After supper, when grandfather set off to church, grandmother and I took my short cut through the willow hedge and went over to hear about the visit to the Shimerdas. ... | My Antonia |
“Oh, I’m not worrying, Mrs. Burden! I can bring something out of that girl. She’s barely seventeen, not too old to learn new ways. She’s good-looking, too!” | Mrs. Harling | laughed her quick, decided laugh.<|quote|>“Oh, I’m not worrying, Mrs. Burden! I can bring something out of that girl. She’s barely seventeen, not too old to learn new ways. She’s good-looking, too!”</|quote|>she added warmly. Frances turned | real helpful girl.” Mrs. Harling laughed her quick, decided laugh.<|quote|>“Oh, I’m not worrying, Mrs. Burden! I can bring something out of that girl. She’s barely seventeen, not too old to learn new ways. She’s good-looking, too!”</|quote|>she added warmly. Frances turned to grandmother. “Oh, yes, Mrs. | was to bring his sister to town next Saturday. “She’ll be awkward and rough at first, like enough,” grandmother said anxiously, “but unless she’s been spoiled by the hard life she’s led, she has it in her to be a real helpful girl.” Mrs. Harling laughed her quick, decided laugh.<|quote|>“Oh, I’m not worrying, Mrs. Burd... | Mrs. Harling finally agreed to pay three dollars a week for Ántonia’s services—good wages in those days—and to keep her in shoes. There had been hot dispute about the shoes, Mrs. Shimerda finally saying persuasively that she would send Mrs. Harling three fat geese every year to “make even.” Ambrosch was to bring his si... | paid over to him each month, and he would provide her with such clothing as he thought necessary. When Mrs. Harling told him firmly that she would keep fifty dollars a year for Ántonia’s own use, he declared they wanted to take his sister to town and dress her up and make a fool of her. Mrs. Harling gave us a lively ac... | in great good humor. After supper, when grandfather set off to church, grandmother and I took my short cut through the willow hedge and went over to hear about the visit to the Shimerdas. We found Mrs. Harling with Charley and Sally on the front porch, resting after her hard drive. Julia was in the hammock—she was fond... | not interested in business, but was already preparing for Annapolis, Mr. Harling was very indulgent; bought him guns and tools and electric batteries, and never asked what he did with them. Frances was dark, like her father, and quite as tall. In winter she wore a sealskin coat and cap, and she and Mr. Harling used to ... | exactly what kind of girl she was. As for Mrs. Shimerda, they found her very amusing. Mrs. Harling chuckled whenever she spoke of her. “I expect I am more at home with that sort of bird than you are, Mrs. Burden. They’re a pair, Ambrosch and that old woman!” They had had a long argument with Ambrosch about Ántonia’s al... | My Antonia |
she added warmly. Frances turned to grandmother. | No speaker | new ways. She’s good-looking, too!”<|quote|>she added warmly. Frances turned to grandmother.</|quote|>“Oh, yes, Mrs. Burden, you | not too old to learn new ways. She’s good-looking, too!”<|quote|>she added warmly. Frances turned to grandmother.</|quote|>“Oh, yes, Mrs. Burden, you did n’t tell us that! | the hard life she’s led, she has it in her to be a real helpful girl.” Mrs. Harling laughed her quick, decided laugh. “Oh, I’m not worrying, Mrs. Burden! I can bring something out of that girl. She’s barely seventeen, not too old to learn new ways. She’s good-looking, too!”<|quote|>she added warmly. Frances turned to ... | about the shoes, Mrs. Shimerda finally saying persuasively that she would send Mrs. Harling three fat geese every year to “make even.” Ambrosch was to bring his sister to town next Saturday. “She’ll be awkward and rough at first, like enough,” grandmother said anxiously, “but unless she’s been spoiled by the hard life ... | keep fifty dollars a year for Ántonia’s own use, he declared they wanted to take his sister to town and dress her up and make a fool of her. Mrs. Harling gave us a lively account of Ambrosch’s behavior throughout the interview; how he kept jumping up and putting on his cap as if he were through with the whole business,... | hear about the visit to the Shimerdas. We found Mrs. Harling with Charley and Sally on the front porch, resting after her hard drive. Julia was in the hammock—she was fond of repose—and Frances was at the piano, playing without a light and talking to her mother through the open window. Mrs. Harling laughed when she saw... | he did with them. Frances was dark, like her father, and quite as tall. In winter she wore a sealskin coat and cap, and she and Mr. Harling used to walk home together in the evening, talking about grain-cars and cattle, like two men. Sometimes she came over to see grandfather after supper, and her visits flattered him.... | plan that every cent of his sister’s wages should be paid over to him each month, and he would provide her with such clothing as he thought necessary. When Mrs. Harling told him firmly that she would keep fifty dollars a year for Ántonia’s own use, he declared they wanted to take his sister to town and dress her up and... | My Antonia |
“Oh, yes, Mrs. Burden, you did n’t tell us that! She was working in the garden when we got there, barefoot and ragged. But she has such fine brown legs and arms, and splendid color in her cheeks—like those big dark red plums.” | Frances | warmly. Frances turned to grandmother.<|quote|>“Oh, yes, Mrs. Burden, you did n’t tell us that! She was working in the garden when we got there, barefoot and ragged. But she has such fine brown legs and arms, and splendid color in her cheeks—like those big dark red plums.”</|quote|>We were pleased at this | She’s good-looking, too!” she added warmly. Frances turned to grandmother.<|quote|>“Oh, yes, Mrs. Burden, you did n’t tell us that! She was working in the garden when we got there, barefoot and ragged. But she has such fine brown legs and arms, and splendid color in her cheeks—like those big dark red plums.”</|quote|>... | it in her to be a real helpful girl.” Mrs. Harling laughed her quick, decided laugh. “Oh, I’m not worrying, Mrs. Burden! I can bring something out of that girl. She’s barely seventeen, not too old to learn new ways. She’s good-looking, too!” she added warmly. Frances turned to grandmother.<|quote|>“Oh, yes, Mrs. Burde... | persuasively that she would send Mrs. Harling three fat geese every year to “make even.” Ambrosch was to bring his sister to town next Saturday. “She’ll be awkward and rough at first, like enough,” grandmother said anxiously, “but unless she’s been spoiled by the hard life she’s led, she has it in her to be a real help... | own use, he declared they wanted to take his sister to town and dress her up and make a fool of her. Mrs. Harling gave us a lively account of Ambrosch’s behavior throughout the interview; how he kept jumping up and putting on his cap as if he were through with the whole business, and how his mother tweaked his coat-tai... | We found Mrs. Harling with Charley and Sally on the front porch, resting after her hard drive. Julia was in the hammock—she was fond of repose—and Frances was at the piano, playing without a light and talking to her mother through the open window. Mrs. Harling laughed when she saw us coming. “I expect you left your dis... | like her father, and quite as tall. In winter she wore a sealskin coat and cap, and she and Mr. Harling used to walk home together in the evening, talking about grain-cars and cattle, like two men. Sometimes she came over to see grandfather after supper, and her visits flattered him. More than once they put their wits ... | pair, Ambrosch and that old woman!” They had had a long argument with Ambrosch about Ántonia’s allowance for clothes and pocket-money. It was his plan that every cent of his sister’s wages should be paid over to him each month, and he would provide her with such clothing as he thought necessary. When Mrs. Harling told ... | My Antonia |
We were pleased at this praise. Grandmother spoke feelingly. | No speaker | those big dark red plums.”<|quote|>We were pleased at this praise. Grandmother spoke feelingly.</|quote|>“When she first came to | splendid color in her cheeks—like those big dark red plums.”<|quote|>We were pleased at this praise. Grandmother spoke feelingly.</|quote|>“When she first came to this country, Frances, and had | she added warmly. Frances turned to grandmother. “Oh, yes, Mrs. Burden, you did n’t tell us that! She was working in the garden when we got there, barefoot and ragged. But she has such fine brown legs and arms, and splendid color in her cheeks—like those big dark red plums.”<|quote|>We were pleased at this praise. Gra... | the hard life she’s led, she has it in her to be a real helpful girl.” Mrs. Harling laughed her quick, decided laugh. “Oh, I’m not worrying, Mrs. Burden! I can bring something out of that girl. She’s barely seventeen, not too old to learn new ways. She’s good-looking, too!” she added warmly. Frances turned to grandmot... | his cap as if he were through with the whole business, and how his mother tweaked his coat-tail and prompted him in Bohemian. Mrs. Harling finally agreed to pay three dollars a week for Ántonia’s services—good wages in those days—and to keep her in shoes. There had been hot dispute about the shoes, Mrs. Shimerda finall... | window. Mrs. Harling laughed when she saw us coming. “I expect you left your dishes on the table to-night, Mrs. Burden,” she called. Frances shut the piano and came out to join us. They had liked Ántonia from their first glimpse of her; felt they knew exactly what kind of girl she was. As for Mrs. Shimerda, they found... | grandfather after supper, and her visits flattered him. More than once they put their wits together to rescue some unfortunate farmer from the clutches of Wick Cutter, the Black Hawk money-lender. Grandfather said Frances Harling was as good a judge of credits as any banker in the county. The two or three men who had t... | to see “what the girl came from” and to have a clear understanding with her mother. I was in our yard when they came driving home, just before sunset. They laughed and waved to me as they passed, and I could see they were in great good humor. After supper, when grandfather set off to church, grandmother and I took my s... | My Antonia |
“When she first came to this country, Frances, and had that genteel old man to watch over her, she was as pretty a girl as ever I saw. But, dear me, what a life she’s led, out in the fields with those rough thrashers! Things would have been very different with poor Ántonia if her father had lived.” | Grandmother | this praise. Grandmother spoke feelingly.<|quote|>“When she first came to this country, Frances, and had that genteel old man to watch over her, she was as pretty a girl as ever I saw. But, dear me, what a life she’s led, out in the fields with those rough thrashers! Things would have been very different with poor Ánto... | plums.” We were pleased at this praise. Grandmother spoke feelingly.<|quote|>“When she first came to this country, Frances, and had that genteel old man to watch over her, she was as pretty a girl as ever I saw. But, dear me, what a life she’s led, out in the fields with those rough thrashers! Things would have been ve... | Mrs. Burden, you did n’t tell us that! She was working in the garden when we got there, barefoot and ragged. But she has such fine brown legs and arms, and splendid color in her cheeks—like those big dark red plums.” We were pleased at this praise. Grandmother spoke feelingly.<|quote|>“When she first came to this count... | her to be a real helpful girl.” Mrs. Harling laughed her quick, decided laugh. “Oh, I’m not worrying, Mrs. Burden! I can bring something out of that girl. She’s barely seventeen, not too old to learn new ways. She’s good-looking, too!” she added warmly. Frances turned to grandmother. “Oh, yes, Mrs. Burden, you did n’t... | whole business, and how his mother tweaked his coat-tail and prompted him in Bohemian. Mrs. Harling finally agreed to pay three dollars a week for Ántonia’s services—good wages in those days—and to keep her in shoes. There had been hot dispute about the shoes, Mrs. Shimerda finally saying persuasively that she would se... | “I expect you left your dishes on the table to-night, Mrs. Burden,” she called. Frances shut the piano and came out to join us. They had liked Ántonia from their first glimpse of her; felt they knew exactly what kind of girl she was. As for Mrs. Shimerda, they found her very amusing. Mrs. Harling chuckled whenever she... | than once they put their wits together to rescue some unfortunate farmer from the clutches of Wick Cutter, the Black Hawk money-lender. Grandfather said Frances Harling was as good a judge of credits as any banker in the county. The two or three men who had tried to take advantage of her in a deal acquired celebrity by... | that any connection with Christian Harling would strengthen his credit and be of advantage to him. One Sunday Mrs. Harling took the long ride out to the Shimerdas’ with Frances. She said she wanted to see “what the girl came from” and to have a clear understanding with her mother. I was in our yard when they came drivi... | My Antonia |
The Harlings begged us to tell them about Mr. Shimerda’s death and the big snowstorm. By the time we saw grandfather coming home from church we had told them pretty much all we knew of the Shimerdas. | No speaker | if her father had lived.”<|quote|>The Harlings begged us to tell them about Mr. Shimerda’s death and the big snowstorm. By the time we saw grandfather coming home from church we had told them pretty much all we knew of the Shimerdas.</|quote|>“The girl will be happy | very different with poor Ántonia if her father had lived.”<|quote|>The Harlings begged us to tell them about Mr. Shimerda’s death and the big snowstorm. By the time we saw grandfather coming home from church we had told them pretty much all we knew of the Shimerdas.</|quote|>“The girl will be happy here, and she’ll for... | and had that genteel old man to watch over her, she was as pretty a girl as ever I saw. But, dear me, what a life she’s led, out in the fields with those rough thrashers! Things would have been very different with poor Ántonia if her father had lived.”<|quote|>The Harlings begged us to tell them about Mr. Shimerda’s de... | She was working in the garden when we got there, barefoot and ragged. But she has such fine brown legs and arms, and splendid color in her cheeks—like those big dark red plums.” We were pleased at this praise. Grandmother spoke feelingly. “When she first came to this country, Frances, and had that genteel old man to wa... | every year to “make even.” Ambrosch was to bring his sister to town next Saturday. “She’ll be awkward and rough at first, like enough,” grandmother said anxiously, “but unless she’s been spoiled by the hard life she’s led, she has it in her to be a real helpful girl.” Mrs. Harling laughed her quick, decided laugh. “Oh,... | spoke of her. “I expect I am more at home with that sort of bird than you are, Mrs. Burden. They’re a pair, Ambrosch and that old woman!” They had had a long argument with Ambrosch about Ántonia’s allowance for clothes and pocket-money. It was his plan that every cent of his sister’s wages should be paid over to him ea... | their defeat. She knew every farmer for miles about; how much land he had under cultivation, how many cattle he was feeding, what his liabilities were. Her interest in these people was more than a business interest. She carried them all in her mind as if they were characters in a book or a play. When Frances drove out ... | took my short cut through the willow hedge and went over to hear about the visit to the Shimerdas. We found Mrs. Harling with Charley and Sally on the front porch, resting after her hard drive. Julia was in the hammock—she was fond of repose—and Frances was at the piano, playing without a light and talking to her mothe... | My Antonia |
“The girl will be happy here, and she’ll forget those things,” | Mrs. Harling | we knew of the Shimerdas.<|quote|>“The girl will be happy here, and she’ll forget those things,”</|quote|>said Mrs. Harling confidently, as | told them pretty much all we knew of the Shimerdas.<|quote|>“The girl will be happy here, and she’ll forget those things,”</|quote|>said Mrs. Harling confidently, as we rose to take our | would have been very different with poor Ántonia if her father had lived.” The Harlings begged us to tell them about Mr. Shimerda’s death and the big snowstorm. By the time we saw grandfather coming home from church we had told them pretty much all we knew of the Shimerdas.<|quote|>“The girl will be happy here, and she... | this praise. Grandmother spoke feelingly. “When she first came to this country, Frances, and had that genteel old man to watch over her, she was as pretty a girl as ever I saw. But, dear me, what a life she’s led, out in the fields with those rough thrashers! Things would have been very different with poor Ántonia if h... | led, she has it in her to be a real helpful girl.” Mrs. Harling laughed her quick, decided laugh. “Oh, I’m not worrying, Mrs. Burden! I can bring something out of that girl. She’s barely seventeen, not too old to learn new ways. She’s good-looking, too!” she added warmly. Frances turned to grandmother. “Oh, yes, Mrs. ... | Ántonia’s allowance for clothes and pocket-money. It was his plan that every cent of his sister’s wages should be paid over to him each month, and he would provide her with such clothing as he thought necessary. When Mrs. Harling told him firmly that she would keep fifty dollars a year for Ántonia’s own use, he declare... | She carried them all in her mind as if they were characters in a book or a play. When Frances drove out into the country on business, she would go miles out of her way to call on some of the old people, or to see the women who seldom got to town. She was quick at understanding the grandmothers who spoke no English, and... | mother tweaked his coat-tail and prompted him in Bohemian. Mrs. Harling finally agreed to pay three dollars a week for Ántonia’s services—good wages in those days—and to keep her in shoes. There had been hot dispute about the shoes, Mrs. Shimerda finally saying persuasively that she would send Mrs. Harling three fat ge... | My Antonia |
said Mrs. Harling confidently, as we rose to take our leave. III ON Saturday Ambrosch drove up to the back gate, and Ántonia jumped down from the wagon and ran into our kitchen just as she used to do. She was wearing shoes and stockings, and was breathless and excited. She gave me a playful shake by the shoulders... | No speaker | and she’ll forget those things,”<|quote|>said Mrs. Harling confidently, as we rose to take our leave. III ON Saturday Ambrosch drove up to the back gate, and Ántonia jumped down from the wagon and ran into our kitchen just as she used to do. She was wearing shoes and stockings, and was breathless and excited. She... | girl will be happy here, and she’ll forget those things,”<|quote|>said Mrs. Harling confidently, as we rose to take our leave. III ON Saturday Ambrosch drove up to the back gate, and Ántonia jumped down from the wagon and ran into our kitchen just as she used to do. She was wearing shoes and stockings, and was br... | had lived.” The Harlings begged us to tell them about Mr. Shimerda’s death and the big snowstorm. By the time we saw grandfather coming home from church we had told them pretty much all we knew of the Shimerdas. “The girl will be happy here, and she’ll forget those things,”<|quote|>said Mrs. Harling confidently, as we ... | country, Frances, and had that genteel old man to watch over her, she was as pretty a girl as ever I saw. But, dear me, what a life she’s led, out in the fields with those rough thrashers! Things would have been very different with poor Ántonia if her father had lived.” The Harlings begged us to tell them about Mr. Shi... | girl.” Mrs. Harling laughed her quick, decided laugh. “Oh, I’m not worrying, Mrs. Burden! I can bring something out of that girl. She’s barely seventeen, not too old to learn new ways. She’s good-looking, too!” she added warmly. Frances turned to grandmother. “Oh, yes, Mrs. Burden, you did n’t tell us that! She was wo... | every cent of his sister’s wages should be paid over to him each month, and he would provide her with such clothing as he thought necessary. When Mrs. Harling told him firmly that she would keep fifty dollars a year for Ántonia’s own use, he declared they wanted to take his sister to town and dress her up and make a fo... | characters in a book or a play. When Frances drove out into the country on business, she would go miles out of her way to call on some of the old people, or to see the women who seldom got to town. She was quick at understanding the grandmothers who spoke no English, and the most reticent and distrustful of them would ... | to keep her in shoes. There had been hot dispute about the shoes, Mrs. Shimerda finally saying persuasively that she would send Mrs. Harling three fat geese every year to “make even.” Ambrosch was to bring his sister to town next Saturday. “She’ll be awkward and rough at first, like enough,” grandmother said anxiously,... | My Antonia |
Grandmother kissed her. | No speaker | playful shake by the shoulders.<|quote|>Grandmother kissed her.</|quote|>“God bless you, child! Now | excited. She gave me a playful shake by the shoulders.<|quote|>Grandmother kissed her.</|quote|>“God bless you, child! Now you’ve come, you must try | our leave. III ON Saturday Ambrosch drove up to the back gate, and Ántonia jumped down from the wagon and ran into our kitchen just as she used to do. She was wearing shoes and stockings, and was breathless and excited. She gave me a playful shake by the shoulders.<|quote|>Grandmother kissed her.</|quote|>“God bless yo... | about Mr. Shimerda’s death and the big snowstorm. By the time we saw grandfather coming home from church we had told them pretty much all we knew of the Shimerdas. “The girl will be happy here, and she’ll forget those things,” said Mrs. Harling confidently, as we rose to take our leave. III ON Saturday Ambrosch d... | we got there, barefoot and ragged. But she has such fine brown legs and arms, and splendid color in her cheeks—like those big dark red plums.” We were pleased at this praise. Grandmother spoke feelingly. “When she first came to this country, Frances, and had that genteel old man to watch over her, she was as pretty a g... | make a fool of her. Mrs. Harling gave us a lively account of Ambrosch’s behavior throughout the interview; how he kept jumping up and putting on his cap as if he were through with the whole business, and how his mother tweaked his coat-tail and prompted him in Bohemian. Mrs. Harling finally agreed to pay three dollars ... | of them would tell her their story without realizing they were doing so. She went to country funerals and weddings in all weathers. A farmer’s daughter who was to be married could count on a wedding present from Frances Harling. In August the Harlings’ Danish cook had to leave them. Grandmother entreated them to try Án... | had had a long argument with Ambrosch about Ántonia’s allowance for clothes and pocket-money. It was his plan that every cent of his sister’s wages should be paid over to him each month, and he would provide her with such clothing as he thought necessary. When Mrs. Harling told him firmly that she would keep fifty doll... | My Antonia |
“God bless you, child! Now you’ve come, you must try to do right and be a credit to us.” | Grandmother | the shoulders. Grandmother kissed her.<|quote|>“God bless you, child! Now you’ve come, you must try to do right and be a credit to us.”</|quote|>Ántonia looked eagerly about the | me a playful shake by the shoulders. Grandmother kissed her.<|quote|>“God bless you, child! Now you’ve come, you must try to do right and be a credit to us.”</|quote|>Ántonia looked eagerly about the house and admired everything. “Maybe | ON Saturday Ambrosch drove up to the back gate, and Ántonia jumped down from the wagon and ran into our kitchen just as she used to do. She was wearing shoes and stockings, and was breathless and excited. She gave me a playful shake by the shoulders. Grandmother kissed her.<|quote|>“God bless you, child! Now you’ve com... | death and the big snowstorm. By the time we saw grandfather coming home from church we had told them pretty much all we knew of the Shimerdas. “The girl will be happy here, and she’ll forget those things,” said Mrs. Harling confidently, as we rose to take our leave. III ON Saturday Ambrosch drove up to the back g... | barefoot and ragged. But she has such fine brown legs and arms, and splendid color in her cheeks—like those big dark red plums.” We were pleased at this praise. Grandmother spoke feelingly. “When she first came to this country, Frances, and had that genteel old man to watch over her, she was as pretty a girl as ever I ... | of her. Mrs. Harling gave us a lively account of Ambrosch’s behavior throughout the interview; how he kept jumping up and putting on his cap as if he were through with the whole business, and how his mother tweaked his coat-tail and prompted him in Bohemian. Mrs. Harling finally agreed to pay three dollars a week for Á... | tell her their story without realizing they were doing so. She went to country funerals and weddings in all weathers. A farmer’s daughter who was to be married could count on a wedding present from Frances Harling. In August the Harlings’ Danish cook had to leave them. Grandmother entreated them to try Ántonia. She cor... | on the table to-night, Mrs. Burden,” she called. Frances shut the piano and came out to join us. They had liked Ántonia from their first glimpse of her; felt they knew exactly what kind of girl she was. As for Mrs. Shimerda, they found her very amusing. Mrs. Harling chuckled whenever she spoke of her. “I expect I am m... | My Antonia |
Ántonia looked eagerly about the house and admired everything. | No speaker | be a credit to us.”<|quote|>Ántonia looked eagerly about the house and admired everything.</|quote|>“Maybe I be the kind | try to do right and be a credit to us.”<|quote|>Ántonia looked eagerly about the house and admired everything.</|quote|>“Maybe I be the kind of girl you like better, | our kitchen just as she used to do. She was wearing shoes and stockings, and was breathless and excited. She gave me a playful shake by the shoulders. Grandmother kissed her. “God bless you, child! Now you’ve come, you must try to do right and be a credit to us.”<|quote|>Ántonia looked eagerly about the house and admir... | pretty much all we knew of the Shimerdas. “The girl will be happy here, and she’ll forget those things,” said Mrs. Harling confidently, as we rose to take our leave. III ON Saturday Ambrosch drove up to the back gate, and Ántonia jumped down from the wagon and ran into our kitchen just as she used to do. She was ... | big dark red plums.” We were pleased at this praise. Grandmother spoke feelingly. “When she first came to this country, Frances, and had that genteel old man to watch over her, she was as pretty a girl as ever I saw. But, dear me, what a life she’s led, out in the fields with those rough thrashers! Things would have be... | up and putting on his cap as if he were through with the whole business, and how his mother tweaked his coat-tail and prompted him in Bohemian. Mrs. Harling finally agreed to pay three dollars a week for Ántonia’s services—good wages in those days—and to keep her in shoes. There had been hot dispute about the shoes, Mr... | weathers. A farmer’s daughter who was to be married could count on a wedding present from Frances Harling. In August the Harlings’ Danish cook had to leave them. Grandmother entreated them to try Ántonia. She cornered Ambrosch the next time he came to town, and pointed out to him that any connection with Christian Harl... | saying persuasively that she would send Mrs. Harling three fat geese every year to “make even.” Ambrosch was to bring his sister to town next Saturday. “She’ll be awkward and rough at first, like enough,” grandmother said anxiously, “but unless she’s been spoiled by the hard life she’s led, she has it in her to be a re... | My Antonia |
“Maybe I be the kind of girl you like better, now I come to town,” | Antonia | the house and admired everything.<|quote|>“Maybe I be the kind of girl you like better, now I come to town,”</|quote|>she suggested hopefully. How good | us.” Ántonia looked eagerly about the house and admired everything.<|quote|>“Maybe I be the kind of girl you like better, now I come to town,”</|quote|>she suggested hopefully. How good it was to have Ántonia | was wearing shoes and stockings, and was breathless and excited. She gave me a playful shake by the shoulders. Grandmother kissed her. “God bless you, child! Now you’ve come, you must try to do right and be a credit to us.” Ántonia looked eagerly about the house and admired everything.<|quote|>“Maybe I be the kind of g... | girl will be happy here, and she’ll forget those things,” said Mrs. Harling confidently, as we rose to take our leave. III ON Saturday Ambrosch drove up to the back gate, and Ántonia jumped down from the wagon and ran into our kitchen just as she used to do. She was wearing shoes and stockings, and was breathless... | praise. Grandmother spoke feelingly. “When she first came to this country, Frances, and had that genteel old man to watch over her, she was as pretty a girl as ever I saw. But, dear me, what a life she’s led, out in the fields with those rough thrashers! Things would have been very different with poor Ántonia if her fa... | were through with the whole business, and how his mother tweaked his coat-tail and prompted him in Bohemian. Mrs. Harling finally agreed to pay three dollars a week for Ántonia’s services—good wages in those days—and to keep her in shoes. There had been hot dispute about the shoes, Mrs. Shimerda finally saying persuasi... | could count on a wedding present from Frances Harling. In August the Harlings’ Danish cook had to leave them. Grandmother entreated them to try Ántonia. She cornered Ambrosch the next time he came to town, and pointed out to him that any connection with Christian Harling would strengthen his credit and be of advantage ... | been hot dispute about the shoes, Mrs. Shimerda finally saying persuasively that she would send Mrs. Harling three fat geese every year to “make even.” Ambrosch was to bring his sister to town next Saturday. “She’ll be awkward and rough at first, like enough,” grandmother said anxiously, “but unless she’s been spoiled ... | My Antonia |
she suggested hopefully. How good it was to have Ántonia near us again; to see her every day and almost every night! Her greatest fault, Mrs. Harling found, was that she so often stopped her work and fell to playing with the children. She would race about the orchard with us, or take sides in our hay-fights in the bar... | No speaker | now I come to town,”<|quote|>she suggested hopefully. How good it was to have Ántonia near us again; to see her every day and almost every night! Her greatest fault, Mrs. Harling found, was that she so often stopped her work and fell to playing with the children. She would race about the orchard with us, or take sides... | of girl you like better, now I come to town,”<|quote|>she suggested hopefully. How good it was to have Ántonia near us again; to see her every day and almost every night! Her greatest fault, Mrs. Harling found, was that she so often stopped her work and fell to playing with the children. She would race about the orcha... | shake by the shoulders. Grandmother kissed her. “God bless you, child! Now you’ve come, you must try to do right and be a credit to us.” Ántonia looked eagerly about the house and admired everything. “Maybe I be the kind of girl you like better, now I come to town,”<|quote|>she suggested hopefully. How good it was to ... | we rose to take our leave. III ON Saturday Ambrosch drove up to the back gate, and Ántonia jumped down from the wagon and ran into our kitchen just as she used to do. She was wearing shoes and stockings, and was breathless and excited. She gave me a playful shake by the shoulders. Grandmother kissed her. “God bless you... | genteel old man to watch over her, she was as pretty a girl as ever I saw. But, dear me, what a life she’s led, out in the fields with those rough thrashers! Things would have been very different with poor Ántonia if her father had lived.” The Harlings begged us to tell them about Mr. Shimerda’s death and the big snows... | him in Bohemian. Mrs. Harling finally agreed to pay three dollars a week for Ántonia’s services—good wages in those days—and to keep her in shoes. There had been hot dispute about the shoes, Mrs. Shimerda finally saying persuasively that she would send Mrs. Harling three fat geese every year to “make even.” Ambrosch wa... | had to leave them. Grandmother entreated them to try Ántonia. She cornered Ambrosch the next time he came to town, and pointed out to him that any connection with Christian Harling would strengthen his credit and be of advantage to him. One Sunday Mrs. Harling took the long ride out to the Shimerdas’ with Frances. She ... | her. “I expect I am more at home with that sort of bird than you are, Mrs. Burden. They’re a pair, Ambrosch and that old woman!” They had had a long argument with Ambrosch about Ántonia’s allowance for clothes and pocket-money. It was his plan that every cent of his sister’s wages should be paid over to him each month,... | My Antonia |
I liked Nina, too; she was so quaint and unexpected, and her eyes were lovely; but I often wanted to shake her. We had jolly evenings at the Harlings when the father was away. If he was at home, the children had to go to bed early, or they came over to my house to play. Mr. Harling not only demanded a quiet house, he ... | No speaker | Sally must get her arithmetic.”<|quote|>I liked Nina, too; she was so quaint and unexpected, and her eyes were lovely; but I often wanted to shake her. We had jolly evenings at the Harlings when the father was away. If he was at home, the children had to go to bed early, or they came over to my house to play. Mr. Harl... | Jimmy can go home, and Sally must get her arithmetic.”<|quote|>I liked Nina, too; she was so quaint and unexpected, and her eyes were lovely; but I often wanted to shake her. We had jolly evenings at the Harlings when the father was away. If he was at home, the children had to go to bed early, or they came over to my ... | in the world could grow so large or hold so many tears as Nina’s. Mrs. Harling and Ántonia invariably took her part. We were never given a chance to explain. The charge was simply: “You have made Nina cry. Now, Jimmy can go home, and Sally must get her arithmetic.”<|quote|>I liked Nina, too; she was so quaint and unexp... | easily offended. At the slightest disappointment or displeasure her velvety brown eyes filled with tears, and she would lift her chin and walk silently away. If we ran after her and tried to appease her, it did no good. She walked on unmollified. I used to think that no eyes in the world could grow so large or hold so ... | lunches for him when he went hunting, to mend his ball-gloves and sew buttons on his shooting-coat, baked the kind of nut-cake he liked, and fed his setter dog when he was away on trips with his father. Ántonia had made herself cloth working-slippers out of Mr. Harling’s old coats, and in these she went padding about a... | the shoulders. Grandmother kissed her. “God bless you, child! Now you’ve come, you must try to do right and be a credit to us.” Ántonia looked eagerly about the house and admired everything. “Maybe I be the kind of girl you like better, now I come to town,” she suggested hopefully. How good it was to have Ántonia near... | up and make a fool of her. Mrs. Harling gave us a lively account of Ambrosch’s behavior throughout the interview; how he kept jumping up and putting on his cap as if he were through with the whole business, and how his mother tweaked his coat-tail and prompted him in Bohemian. Mrs. Harling finally agreed to pay three d... | a girl as ever I saw. But, dear me, what a life she’s led, out in the fields with those rough thrashers! Things would have been very different with poor Ántonia if her father had lived.” The Harlings begged us to tell them about Mr. Shimerda’s death and the big snowstorm. By the time we saw grandfather coming home from... | My Antonia |
“nobles” | No speaker | used to imagine that the<|quote|>“nobles”</|quote|>of whom Ántonia was always | challenging in his eyes. I used to imagine that the<|quote|>“nobles”</|quote|>of whom Ántonia was always talking probably looked very much | walked, talked, put on his gloves, shook hands, like a man who felt that he had power. He was not tall, but he carried his head so haughtily that he looked a commanding figure, and there was something daring and challenging in his eyes. I used to imagine that the<|quote|>“nobles”</|quote|>of whom Ántonia was always tal... | Most Black Hawk fathers had no personal habits outside their domestic ones; they paid the bills, pushed the baby carriage after office hours, moved the sprinkler about over the lawn, and took the family driving on Sunday. Mr. Harling, therefore, seemed to me autocratic and imperial in his ways. He walked, talked, put o... | bedroom, and his own easy-chair by the window, in which no one else ever sat. On the nights when he was at home, I could see his shadow on the blind, and it seemed to me an arrogant shadow. Mrs. Harling paid no heed to any one else if he was there. Before he went to bed she always got him a lunch of smoked salmon or an... | her and tried to appease her, it did no good. She walked on unmollified. I used to think that no eyes in the world could grow so large or hold so many tears as Nina’s. Mrs. Harling and Ántonia invariably took her part. We were never given a chance to explain. The charge was simply: “You have made Nina cry. Now, Jimmy c... | of the Shimerdas. “The girl will be happy here, and she’ll forget those things,” said Mrs. Harling confidently, as we rose to take our leave. III ON Saturday Ambrosch drove up to the back gate, and Ántonia jumped down from the wagon and ran into our kitchen just as she used to do. She was wearing shoes and stocki... | a desk in his bedroom, and his own easy-chair by the window, in which no one else ever sat. On the nights when he was at home, I could see his shadow on the blind, and it seemed to me an arrogant shadow. Mrs. Harling paid no heed to any one else if he was there. Before he went to bed she always got him a lunch of smoke... | My Antonia |
of whom Ántonia was always talking probably looked very much like Christian Harling, wore caped overcoats like his, and just such a glittering diamond upon the little finger. Except when the father was at home, the Harling house was never quiet. Mrs. Harling and Nina and Ántonia made as much noise as a houseful of chi... | No speaker | to imagine that the “nobles”<|quote|>of whom Ántonia was always talking probably looked very much like Christian Harling, wore caped overcoats like his, and just such a glittering diamond upon the little finger. Except when the father was at home, the Harling house was never quiet. Mrs. Harling and Nina and Ántonia ma... | in his eyes. I used to imagine that the “nobles”<|quote|>of whom Ántonia was always talking probably looked very much like Christian Harling, wore caped overcoats like his, and just such a glittering diamond upon the little finger. Except when the father was at home, the Harling house was never quiet. Mrs. Harling and... | talked, put on his gloves, shook hands, like a man who felt that he had power. He was not tall, but he carried his head so haughtily that he looked a commanding figure, and there was something daring and challenging in his eyes. I used to imagine that the “nobles”<|quote|>of whom Ántonia was always talking probably loo... | Black Hawk fathers had no personal habits outside their domestic ones; they paid the bills, pushed the baby carriage after office hours, moved the sprinkler about over the lawn, and took the family driving on Sunday. Mr. Harling, therefore, seemed to me autocratic and imperial in his ways. He walked, talked, put on his... | and his own easy-chair by the window, in which no one else ever sat. On the nights when he was at home, I could see his shadow on the blind, and it seemed to me an arrogant shadow. Mrs. Harling paid no heed to any one else if he was there. Before he went to bed she always got him a lunch of smoked salmon or anchovies a... | and tried to appease her, it did no good. She walked on unmollified. I used to think that no eyes in the world could grow so large or hold so many tears as Nina’s. Mrs. Harling and Ántonia invariably took her part. We were never given a chance to explain. The charge was simply: “You have made Nina cry. Now, Jimmy can g... | the Shimerdas. “The girl will be happy here, and she’ll forget those things,” said Mrs. Harling confidently, as we rose to take our leave. III ON Saturday Ambrosch drove up to the back gate, and Ántonia jumped down from the wagon and ran into our kitchen just as she used to do. She was wearing shoes and stockings... | “You have made Nina cry. Now, Jimmy can go home, and Sally must get her arithmetic.” I liked Nina, too; she was so quaint and unexpected, and her eyes were lovely; but I often wanted to shake her. We had jolly evenings at the Harlings when the father was away. If he was at home, the children had to go to bed early, or... | My Antonia |
WE were singing rhymes to tease Ántonia while she was beating up one of Charley’s favorite cakes in her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at ... | No speaker | make a cake for Charley.”<|quote|>WE were singing rhymes to tease Ántonia while she was beating up one of Charley’s favorite cakes in her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls wi... | of fine white flour, to make a cake for Charley.”<|quote|>WE were singing rhymes to tease Ántonia while she was beating up one of Charley’s favorite cakes in her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun ... | fat hands moving quickly and neatly over the keys, her eyes fixed on the music with intelligent concentration. IV “I won’t have none of your weevily wheat, and I won’t have none of your barley, But I’ll take a measure of fine white flour, to make a cake for Charley.”<|quote|>WE were singing rhymes to tease Ántonia whil... | day. I soon learned that if I were sent over on an errand and found Mrs. Harling at the piano, I must sit down and wait quietly until she turned to me. I can see her at this moment; her short, square person planted firmly on the stool, her little fat hands moving quickly and neatly over the keys, her eyes fixed on the ... | Nina and Ántonia made as much noise as a houseful of children, and there was usually somebody at the piano. Julia was the only one who was held down to regular hours of practicing, but they all played. When Frances came home at noon, she played until dinner was ready. When Sally got back from school, she sat down in he... | any one else if he was there. Before he went to bed she always got him a lunch of smoked salmon or anchovies and beer. He kept an alcohol lamp in his room, and a French coffee-pot, and his wife made coffee for him at any hour of the night he happened to want it. Most Black Hawk fathers had no personal habits outside th... | to pieces, she seemed to think him a sort of prince. Nothing that Charley wanted was too much trouble for her. She loved to put up lunches for him when he went hunting, to mend his ball-gloves and sew buttons on his shooting-coat, baked the kind of nut-cake he liked, and fed his setter dog when he was away on trips wit... | that the “nobles” of whom Ántonia was always talking probably looked very much like Christian Harling, wore caped overcoats like his, and just such a glittering diamond upon the little finger. Except when the father was at home, the Harling house was never quiet. Mrs. Harling and Nina and Ántonia made as much noise as... | My Antonia |
“Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?” | Lena | clumsy pocketbook in her hand.<|quote|>“Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?”</|quote|>she asked in a smooth, | about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her hand.<|quote|>“Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?”</|quote|>she asked in a smooth, low voice, looking in at | spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue cashmere dress and little blue hat, with a plaid shawl drawn neatly about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her hand.<|quote|>“Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?”<... | her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standi... | the piano, I must sit down and wait quietly until she turned to me. I can see her at this moment; her short, square person planted firmly on the stool, her little fat hands moving quickly and neatly over the keys, her eyes fixed on the music with intelligent concentration. IV “I won’t have none of your weevily wheat, a... | that he had power. He was not tall, but he carried his head so haughtily that he looked a commanding figure, and there was something daring and challenging in his eyes. I used to imagine that the “nobles” of whom Ántonia was always talking probably looked very much like Christian Harling, wore caped overcoats like his,... | had all sorts of unspoken preferences, and was easily offended. At the slightest disappointment or displeasure her velvety brown eyes filled with tears, and she would lift her chin and walk silently away. If we ran after her and tried to appease her, it did no good. She walked on unmollified. I used to think that no ey... | haughtily that he looked a commanding figure, and there was something daring and challenging in his eyes. I used to imagine that the “nobles” of whom Ántonia was always talking probably looked very much like Christian Harling, wore caped overcoats like his, and just such a glittering diamond upon the little finger. Ex... | My Antonia |
she asked in a smooth, low voice, looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back. | No speaker | Tony. Don’t you know me?”<|quote|>she asked in a smooth, low voice, looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back.</|quote|>“Why, it’s Lena! Of course | pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?”<|quote|>she asked in a smooth, low voice, looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back.</|quote|>“Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, | A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue cashmere dress and little blue hat, with a plaid shawl drawn neatly about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?”<|quote|>she asked in a smooth, low ... | crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked ... | and wait quietly until she turned to me. I can see her at this moment; her short, square person planted firmly on the stool, her little fat hands moving quickly and neatly over the keys, her eyes fixed on the music with intelligent concentration. IV “I won’t have none of your weevily wheat, and I won’t have none of you... | not tall, but he carried his head so haughtily that he looked a commanding figure, and there was something daring and challenging in his eyes. I used to imagine that the “nobles” of whom Ántonia was always talking probably looked very much like Christian Harling, wore caped overcoats like his, and just such a glitterin... | and was easily offended. At the slightest disappointment or displeasure her velvety brown eyes filled with tears, and she would lift her chin and walk silently away. If we ran after her and tried to appease her, it did no good. She walked on unmollified. I used to think that no eyes in the world could grow so large or ... | father was at home, the Harling house was never quiet. Mrs. Harling and Nina and Ántonia made as much noise as a houseful of children, and there was usually somebody at the piano. Julia was the only one who was held down to regular hours of practicing, but they all played. When Frances came home at noon, she played unt... | My Antonia |
“Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!” | Antonia | Ántonia gasped and stepped back.<|quote|>“Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!”</|quote|>Lena Lingard laughed, as if | looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back.<|quote|>“Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!”</|quote|>Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased her. I had | graceful picture in her blue cashmere dress and little blue hat, with a plaid shawl drawn neatly about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?” she asked in a smooth, low voice, looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back.<|quote|>“Why, it’s Lena! Of course I di... | and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue cashmere dress and little blue... | square person planted firmly on the stool, her little fat hands moving quickly and neatly over the keys, her eyes fixed on the music with intelligent concentration. IV “I won’t have none of your weevily wheat, and I won’t have none of your barley, But I’ll take a measure of fine white flour, to make a cake for Charley.... | was something daring and challenging in his eyes. I used to imagine that the “nobles” of whom Ántonia was always talking probably looked very much like Christian Harling, wore caped overcoats like his, and just such a glittering diamond upon the little finger. Except when the father was at home, the Harling house was ... | and she would lift her chin and walk silently away. If we ran after her and tried to appease her, it did no good. She walked on unmollified. I used to think that no eyes in the world could grow so large or hold so many tears as Nina’s. Mrs. Harling and Ántonia invariably took her part. We were never given a chance to e... | must sit down and wait quietly until she turned to me. I can see her at this moment; her short, square person planted firmly on the stool, her little fat hands moving quickly and neatly over the keys, her eyes fixed on the music with intelligent concentration. IV “I won’t have none of your weevily wheat, and I won’t ha... | My Antonia |
Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased her. I had not recognized her for a moment, either. I had never seen her before with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. | No speaker | know you, so dressed up!”<|quote|>Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased her. I had not recognized her for a moment, either. I had never seen her before with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us w... | Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!”<|quote|>Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased her. I had not recognized her for a moment, either. I had never seen her before with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town g... | plaid shawl drawn neatly about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?” she asked in a smooth, low voice, looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back. “Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!”<|quote|>Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased... | syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue cashmere dress and little blue hat, with a plaid shawl drawn neatly about her shoulders and a clumsy... | and neatly over the keys, her eyes fixed on the music with intelligent concentration. IV “I won’t have none of your weevily wheat, and I won’t have none of your barley, But I’ll take a measure of fine white flour, to make a cake for Charley.” WE were singing rhymes to tease Ántonia while she was beating up one of Charl... | the “nobles” of whom Ántonia was always talking probably looked very much like Christian Harling, wore caped overcoats like his, and just such a glittering diamond upon the little finger. Except when the father was at home, the Harling house was never quiet. Mrs. Harling and Nina and Ántonia made as much noise as a ho... | after her and tried to appease her, it did no good. She walked on unmollified. I used to think that no eyes in the world could grow so large or hold so many tears as Nina’s. Mrs. Harling and Ántonia invariably took her part. We were never given a chance to explain. The charge was simply: “You have made Nina cry. Now, J... | had power. He was not tall, but he carried his head so haughtily that he looked a commanding figure, and there was something daring and challenging in his eyes. I used to imagine that the “nobles” of whom Ántonia was always talking probably looked very much like Christian Harling, wore caped overcoats like his, and jus... | My Antonia |
“Hello, Jim,” | Lena | at us with perfect composure.<|quote|>“Hello, Jim,”</|quote|>she said carelessly as she | like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure.<|quote|>“Hello, Jim,”</|quote|>she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and | I had not recognized her for a moment, either. I had never seen her before with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure.<|quote|>“Hello, Jim,”</|quote|>she said carelessly as she... | a clumsy pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?” she asked in a smooth, low voice, looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back. “Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!” Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased her. I had not recognized her for a moment, either. I ha... | one of Charley’s favorite cakes in her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A ... | and there was usually somebody at the piano. Julia was the only one who was held down to regular hours of practicing, but they all played. When Frances came home at noon, she played until dinner was ready. When Sally got back from school, she sat down in her hat and coat and drummed the plantation melodies that negro m... | made Nina cry. Now, Jimmy can go home, and Sally must get her arithmetic.” I liked Nina, too; she was so quaint and unexpected, and her eyes were lovely; but I often wanted to shake her. We had jolly evenings at the Harlings when the father was away. If he was at home, the children had to go to bed early, or they came... | daring and challenging in his eyes. I used to imagine that the “nobles” of whom Ántonia was always talking probably looked very much like Christian Harling, wore caped overcoats like his, and just such a glittering diamond upon the little finger. Except when the father was at home, the Harling house was never quiet. M... | My Antonia |
she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. | No speaker | with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,”<|quote|>she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her.</|quote|>“I’ve come to town to | town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,”<|quote|>she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her.</|quote|>“I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, | not recognized her for a moment, either. I had never seen her before with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,”<|quote|>she said carelessly as she walked into th... | pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?” she asked in a smooth, low voice, looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back. “Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!” Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased her. I had not recognized her for a moment, either. I had never s... | Charley’s favorite cakes in her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, ... | was usually somebody at the piano. Julia was the only one who was held down to regular hours of practicing, but they all played. When Frances came home at noon, she played until dinner was ready. When Sally got back from school, she sat down in her hat and coat and drummed the plantation melodies that negro minstrel tr... | cry. Now, Jimmy can go home, and Sally must get her arithmetic.” I liked Nina, too; she was so quaint and unexpected, and her eyes were lovely; but I often wanted to shake her. We had jolly evenings at the Harlings when the father was away. If he was at home, the children had to go to bed early, or they came over to m... | and drummed the plantation melodies that negro minstrel troupes brought to town. Even Nina played the Swedish Wedding March. Mrs. Harling had studied the piano under a good teacher, and somehow she managed to practice every day. I soon learned that if I were sent over on an errand and found Mrs. Harling at the piano, I... | My Antonia |
“I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” | Lena | kitchen and looked about her.<|quote|>“I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.”</|quote|>“Have you, now? Well, ain’t | as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her.<|quote|>“I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.”</|quote|>“Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Ántonia stood ill | with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her.<|quote|>“I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony... | a smooth, low voice, looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back. “Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!” Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased her. I had not recognized her for a moment, either. I had never seen her before with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her... | just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and... | held down to regular hours of practicing, but they all played. When Frances came home at noon, she played until dinner was ready. When Sally got back from school, she sat down in her hat and coat and drummed the plantation melodies that negro minstrel troupes brought to town. Even Nina played the Swedish Wedding March.... | liked Nina, too; she was so quaint and unexpected, and her eyes were lovely; but I often wanted to shake her. We had jolly evenings at the Harlings when the father was away. If he was at home, the children had to go to bed early, or they came over to my house to play. Mr. Harling not only demanded a quiet house, he dem... | his head so haughtily that he looked a commanding figure, and there was something daring and challenging in his eyes. I used to imagine that the “nobles” of whom Ántonia was always talking probably looked very much like Christian Harling, wore caped overcoats like his, and just such a glittering diamond upon the little... | My Antonia |
“Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” | Antonia | town to work, too, Tony.”<|quote|>“Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!”</|quote|>Ántonia stood ill at ease, | about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.”<|quote|>“Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!”</|quote|>Ántonia stood ill at ease, and did n’t seem to | and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.”<|quote|>“Have you, now? Well, ain’t that f... | archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back. “Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!” Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased her. I had not recognized her for a moment, either. I had never seen her before with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she w... | quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue ... | they all played. When Frances came home at noon, she played until dinner was ready. When Sally got back from school, she sat down in her hat and coat and drummed the plantation melodies that negro minstrel troupes brought to town. Even Nina played the Swedish Wedding March. Mrs. Harling had studied the piano under a go... | unexpected, and her eyes were lovely; but I often wanted to shake her. We had jolly evenings at the Harlings when the father was away. If he was at home, the children had to go to bed early, or they came over to my house to play. Mr. Harling not only demanded a quiet house, he demanded all his wife’s attention. He used... | glittering diamond upon the little finger. Except when the father was at home, the Harling house was never quiet. Mrs. Harling and Nina and Ántonia made as much noise as a houseful of children, and there was usually somebody at the piano. Julia was the only one who was held down to regular hours of practicing, but they... | My Antonia |
Ántonia stood ill at ease, and did n’t seem to know just what to do with her visitor. The door was open into the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat crocheting and Frances was reading. Frances asked Lena to come in and join them. | No speaker | now? Well, ain’t that funny!”<|quote|>Ántonia stood ill at ease, and did n’t seem to know just what to do with her visitor. The door was open into the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat crocheting and Frances was reading. Frances asked Lena to come in and join them.</|quote|>“You are Lena Lingard, are | work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!”<|quote|>Ántonia stood ill at ease, and did n’t seem to know just what to do with her visitor. The door was open into the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat crocheting and Frances was reading. Frances asked Lena to come in and join them.</|quote|>“You are Lena... | matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!”<|quote|>Ántonia stood ill at ease, an... | it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!” Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased her. I had not recognized her for a moment, either. I had never seen her before with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a tow... | retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue cashmere dress and little blue hat... | at noon, she played until dinner was ready. When Sally got back from school, she sat down in her hat and coat and drummed the plantation melodies that negro minstrel troupes brought to town. Even Nina played the Swedish Wedding March. Mrs. Harling had studied the piano under a good teacher, and somehow she managed to p... | I often wanted to shake her. We had jolly evenings at the Harlings when the father was away. If he was at home, the children had to go to bed early, or they came over to my house to play. Mr. Harling not only demanded a quiet house, he demanded all his wife’s attention. He used to take her away to their room in the wes... | was the only one who was held down to regular hours of practicing, but they all played. When Frances came home at noon, she played until dinner was ready. When Sally got back from school, she sat down in her hat and coat and drummed the plantation melodies that negro minstrel troupes brought to town. Even Nina played t... | My Antonia |
“You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” | Frances | come in and join them.<|quote|>“You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.”</|quote|>Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted | reading. Frances asked Lena to come in and join them.<|quote|>“You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.”</|quote|>Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with | “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Ántonia stood ill at ease, and did n’t seem to know just what to do with her visitor. The door was open into the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat crocheting and Frances was reading. Frances asked Lena to come in and join them.<|quote|>“You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve... | and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Á... | demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue cashmere dress and little blue hat, with a plaid shawl drawn neatly about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?” she asked in a smooth, low voice, looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back. “Why, it’... | had studied the piano under a good teacher, and somehow she managed to practice every day. I soon learned that if I were sent over on an errand and found Mrs. Harling at the piano, I must sit down and wait quietly until she turned to me. I can see her at this moment; her short, square person planted firmly on the stool... | only demanded a quiet house, he demanded all his wife’s attention. He used to take her away to their room in the west ell, and talk over his business with her all evening. Though we did not realize it then, Mrs. Harling was our audience when we played, and we always looked to her for suggestions. Nothing flattered one ... | the music with intelligent concentration. IV “I won’t have none of your weevily wheat, and I won’t have none of your barley, But I’ll take a measure of fine white flour, to make a cake for Charley.” WE were singing rhymes to tease Ántonia while she was beating up one of Charley’s favorite cakes in her big mixing-bowl. ... | My Antonia |
Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung back—said she had to get her cake into th... | No speaker | is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.”<|quote|>Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung ... | cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.”<|quote|>Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with ou... | open into the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat crocheting and Frances was reading. Frances asked Lena to come in and join them. “You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.”<|quote|>Mrs. Harling dropped her wors... | Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Ántonia stood ill at ease, and did n’t seem to know just what to do with her visitor. The door was open into the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat crocheting... | clumsy pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?” she asked in a smooth, low voice, looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back. “Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!” Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased her. I had not recognized her for a moment, either. I had ... | and found Mrs. Harling at the piano, I must sit down and wait quietly until she turned to me. I can see her at this moment; her short, square person planted firmly on the stool, her little fat hands moving quickly and neatly over the keys, her eyes fixed on the music with intelligent concentration. IV “I won’t have non... | business with her all evening. Though we did not realize it then, Mrs. Harling was our audience when we played, and we always looked to her for suggestions. Nothing flattered one like her quick laugh. Mr. Harling had a desk in his bedroom, and his own easy-chair by the window, in which no one else ever sat. On the nigh... | made as much noise as a houseful of children, and there was usually somebody at the piano. Julia was the only one who was held down to regular hours of practicing, but they all played. When Frances came home at noon, she played until dinner was ready. When Sally got back from school, she sat down in her hat and coat an... | My Antonia |
“So you have come to town,” | Mrs. Harling | her cake into the oven.<|quote|>“So you have come to town,”</|quote|>said Mrs. Harling, her eyes | back—said she had to get her cake into the oven.<|quote|>“So you have come to town,”</|quote|>said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where | the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung back—said she had to get her cake into the oven.<|quote|>“So you have come to town,”</|... | sat crocheting and Frances was reading. Frances asked Lena to come in and join them. “You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Le... | either. I had never seen her before with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve com... | won’t have none of your weevily wheat, and I won’t have none of your barley, But I’ll take a measure of fine white flour, to make a cake for Charley.” WE were singing rhymes to tease Ántonia while she was beating up one of Charley’s favorite cakes in her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough ... | On the nights when he was at home, I could see his shadow on the blind, and it seemed to me an arrogant shadow. Mrs. Harling paid no heed to any one else if he was there. Before he went to bed she always got him a lunch of smoked salmon or anchovies and beer. He kept an alcohol lamp in his room, and a French coffee-pot... | tease Ántonia while she was beating up one of Charley’s favorite cakes in her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dr... | My Antonia |
said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. | No speaker | you have come to town,”<|quote|>said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena.</|quote|>“Where are you working?” “For | cake into the oven. “So you have come to town,”<|quote|>said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena.</|quote|>“Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She | Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung back—said she had to get her cake into the oven. “So you have come to town,”<|quote|>said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fix... | Frances asked Lena to come in and join them. “You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat ... | before with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.... | wheat, and I won’t have none of your barley, But I’ll take a measure of fine white flour, to make a cake for Charley.” WE were singing rhymes to tease Ántonia while she was beating up one of Charley’s favorite cakes in her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing... | at home, I could see his shadow on the blind, and it seemed to me an arrogant shadow. Mrs. Harling paid no heed to any one else if he was there. Before he went to bed she always got him a lunch of smoked salmon or anchovies and beer. He kept an alcohol lamp in his room, and a French coffee-pot, and his wife made coffee... | tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue cashmere dres... | My Antonia |
“Where are you working?” | Mrs. Harling | eyes still fixed on Lena.<|quote|>“Where are you working?”</|quote|>“For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. | town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena.<|quote|>“Where are you working?”</|quote|>“For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach | in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung back—said she had to get her cake into the oven. “So you have come to town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena.<|quote|>“Where are you working?”</|quote|>“... | “You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefu... | and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Á... | But I’ll take a measure of fine white flour, to make a cake for Charley.” WE were singing rhymes to tease Ántonia while she was beating up one of Charley’s favorite cakes in her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitche... | blind, and it seemed to me an arrogant shadow. Mrs. Harling paid no heed to any one else if he was there. Before he went to bed she always got him a lunch of smoked salmon or anchovies and beer. He kept an alcohol lamp in his room, and a French coffee-pot, and his wife made coffee for him at any hour of the night he ha... | school, she sat down in her hat and coat and drummed the plantation melodies that negro minstrel troupes brought to town. Even Nina played the Swedish Wedding March. Mrs. Harling had studied the piano under a good teacher, and somehow she managed to practice every day. I soon learned that if I were sent over on an erra... | My Antonia |
“For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” | Lena | Lena. “Where are you working?”<|quote|>“For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.”</|quote|>“Well, there have to be | her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where are you working?”<|quote|>“For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.”</|quote|>“Well, there ... | pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung back—said she had to get her cake into the oven. “So you have come to town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where are you working?”<|quote|>“For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmake... | are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocke... | feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Ántonia stood ill at e... | measure of fine white flour, to make a cake for Charley.” WE were singing rhymes to tease Ántonia while she was beating up one of Charley’s favorite cakes in her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun ... | to me an arrogant shadow. Mrs. Harling paid no heed to any one else if he was there. Before he went to bed she always got him a lunch of smoked salmon or anchovies and beer. He kept an alcohol lamp in his room, and a French coffee-pot, and his wife made coffee for him at any hour of the night he happened to want it. Mo... | It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. Sh... | My Antonia |
“Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,” | Mrs. Harling | going to be a dressmaker.”<|quote|>“Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,”</|quote|>said Mrs. Harling rather severely. | so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.”<|quote|>“Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,”</|quote|>said Mrs. Harling rather severely. “How is your mother?” “Oh, | are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.”<|quote|>“Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But... | the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung back—said she had to get her cake into the oven. “So you have come to town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the... | you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Ántonia stood ill at ease, and did n’t seem to know just what to do with her visitor. The door was open into the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat crocheting and Frances was reading. Frances asked Lena to come in and join them. “You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see y... | playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue cashm... | coffee-pot, and his wife made coffee for him at any hour of the night he happened to want it. Most Black Hawk fathers had no personal habits outside their domestic ones; they paid the bills, pushed the baby carriage after office hours, moved the sprinkler about over the lawn, and took the family driving on Sunday. Mr. ... | hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, n... | My Antonia |
said Mrs. Harling rather severely. | No speaker | farm, if I were you,”<|quote|>said Mrs. Harling rather severely.</|quote|>“How is your mother?” “Oh, | would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,”<|quote|>said Mrs. Harling rather severely.</|quote|>“How is your mother?” “Oh, mother’s never very well; she | knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,”<|quote|>said Mrs. Harling rather severely.</|quote|>“How is your moth... | Ántonia hung back—said she had to get her cake into the oven. “So you have come to town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work... | her visitor. The door was open into the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat crocheting and Frances was reading. Frances asked Lena to come in and join them. “You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harlin... | a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue cashmere dress and little blue hat, with a plaid shawl drawn neatly about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her h... | fathers had no personal habits outside their domestic ones; they paid the bills, pushed the baby carriage after office hours, moved the sprinkler about over the lawn, and took the family driving on Sunday. Mr. Harling, therefore, seemed to me autocratic and imperial in his ways. He walked, talked, put on his gloves, sh... | drawn neatly about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?” she asked in a smooth, low voice, looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back. “Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!” Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased her. I had not reco... | My Antonia |
“How is your mother?” | Mrs. Harling | said Mrs. Harling rather severely.<|quote|>“How is your mother?”</|quote|>“Oh, mother’s never very well; | farm, if I were you,” said Mrs. Harling rather severely.<|quote|>“How is your mother?”</|quote|>“Oh, mother’s never very well; she has too much to | farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,” said Mrs. Harling rather severely.<|quote|>“How is your mother?”</|quote|>“Oh, mother’s never ver... | to get her cake into the oven. “So you have come to town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much ... | open into the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat crocheting and Frances was reading. Frances asked Lena to come in and join them. “You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and ... | door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue cashmere dress and little blue hat, with a plaid shawl drawn neatly about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. D... | outside their domestic ones; they paid the bills, pushed the baby carriage after office hours, moved the sprinkler about over the lawn, and took the family driving on Sunday. Mr. Harling, therefore, seemed to me autocratic and imperial in his ways. He walked, talked, put on his gloves, shook hands, like a man who felt ... | measure of fine white flour, to make a cake for Charley.” WE were singing rhymes to tease Ántonia while she was beating up one of Charley’s favorite cakes in her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun ... | My Antonia |
“Oh, mother’s never very well; she has too much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” | Lena | severely. “How is your mother?”<|quote|>“Oh, mother’s never very well; she has too much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.”</|quote|>“See that you don’t forget | you,” said Mrs. Harling rather severely. “How is your mother?”<|quote|>“Oh, mother’s never very well; she has too much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.”</|quote|>“See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Ha... | end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,” said Mrs. Harling rather severely. “How is your mother?”<|quote|>“Oh, mother’s never very well; she has too much to do.... | into the oven. “So you have come to town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens.... | where Mrs. Harling sat crocheting and Frances was reading. Frances asked Lena to come in and join them. “You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with q... | her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue cashmere dress and little blue hat, with a plaid shawl drawn neatly about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?” she ... | they paid the bills, pushed the baby carriage after office hours, moved the sprinkler about over the lawn, and took the family driving on Sunday. Mr. Harling, therefore, seemed to me autocratic and imperial in his ways. He walked, talked, put on his gloves, shook hands, like a man who felt that he had power. He was not... | her short, square person planted firmly on the stool, her little fat hands moving quickly and neatly over the keys, her eyes fixed on the music with intelligent concentration. IV “I won’t have none of your weevily wheat, and I won’t have none of your barley, But I’ll take a measure of fine white flour, to make a cake f... | My Antonia |
“See that you don’t forget to,” | Mrs. Harling | make money and help her.”<|quote|>“See that you don’t forget to,”</|quote|>said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as | to do sewing, I can make money and help her.”<|quote|>“See that you don’t forget to,”</|quote|>said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting | said Mrs. Harling rather severely. “How is your mother?” “Oh, mother’s never very well; she has too much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.”<|quote|>“See that you don’t forget to,”</|quote|>said Mrs. Harling ... | knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,” said Mrs. Harling rather severely. “How is your mother?” “Oh, mother’... | is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung back—sai... | about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?” she asked in a smooth, low voice, looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back. “Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!” Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased her. I had not recognized her fo... | on his gloves, shook hands, like a man who felt that he had power. He was not tall, but he carried his head so haughtily that he looked a commanding figure, and there was something daring and challenging in his eyes. I used to imagine that the “nobles” of whom Ántonia was always talking probably looked very much like C... | autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure... | My Antonia |
said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers. | No speaker | that you don’t forget to,”<|quote|>said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers.</|quote|>“No, ’m, I won’t,” said | money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,”<|quote|>said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers.</|quote|>“No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a | is your mother?” “Oh, mother’s never very well; she has too much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,”<|quote|>said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again ... | There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,” said Mrs. Harling rather severely. “How is your mother?” “Oh, mother’s never very well; she has too muc... | Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung back—said she had to get her cake into the ove... | pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?” she asked in a smooth, low voice, looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back. “Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!” Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased her. I had not recognized her for a moment, either. I had never s... | a man who felt that he had power. He was not tall, but he carried his head so haughtily that he looked a commanding figure, and there was something daring and challenging in his eyes. I used to imagine that the “nobles” of whom Ántonia was always talking probably looked very much like Christian Harling, wore caped over... | in her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was sta... | My Antonia |
“No, ’m, I won’t,” | Lena | and out with nimble fingers.<|quote|>“No, ’m, I won’t,”</|quote|>said Lena blandly. She took | and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers.<|quote|>“No, ’m, I won’t,”</|quote|>said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the | if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers.<|quote|>“No, ’m, I won’t,”</|quote|>said Lena blandly. She took a... | dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,” said Mrs. Harling rather severely. “How is your mother?” “Oh, mother’s never very well; she has too much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I... | in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung back—said she had to get her cake into the oven. “So you have come to town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, ... | archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back. “Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!” Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased her. I had not recognized her for a moment, either. I had never seen her before with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she w... | looked a commanding figure, and there was something daring and challenging in his eyes. I used to imagine that the “nobles” of whom Ántonia was always talking probably looked very much like Christian Harling, wore caped overcoats like his, and just such a glittering diamond upon the little finger. Except when the fath... | never seen her before with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to w... | My Antonia |
said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. | No speaker | fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,”<|quote|>said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor.</|quote|>“I thought you were going | in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,”<|quote|>said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor.</|quote|>“I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she | was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,”<|quote|>said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn ... | to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,” said Mrs. Harling rather severely. “How is your mother?” “Oh, mother’s never very well; she has too much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make... | pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung back—said she had to get her cake into the oven. “So you have come to town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She i... | stepped back. “Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!” Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased her. I had not recognized her for a moment, either. I had never seen her before with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed an... | and there was something daring and challenging in his eyes. I used to imagine that the “nobles” of whom Ántonia was always talking probably looked very much like Christian Harling, wore caped overcoats like his, and just such a glittering diamond upon the little finger. Except when the father was at home, the Harling ... | come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Ántonia stood ill at ease, and did n’t seem to know just what to do with her visitor. The door was open into the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat crocheting and Frances was reading. Frances asked Lena to come in and join them. “You are Lena ... | My Antonia |
“I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” | Frances | up nearer to the visitor.<|quote|>“I thought you were going to be married, Lena,”</|quote|>she said teasingly. “Did n’t | sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor.<|quote|>“I thought you were going to be married, Lena,”</|quote|>she said teasingly. “Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen | and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor.<|quote|>“I thought you were going to be married, Lena,... | much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,”... | town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Wel... | her before with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, T... | just such a glittering diamond upon the little finger. Except when the father was at home, the Harling house was never quiet. Mrs. Harling and Nina and Ántonia made as much noise as a houseful of children, and there was usually somebody at the piano. Julia was the only one who was held down to regular hours of practici... | was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She l... | My Antonia |
she said teasingly. | No speaker | going to be married, Lena,”<|quote|>she said teasingly.</|quote|>“Did n’t I hear that | visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,”<|quote|>she said teasingly.</|quote|>“Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you | fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,”<|quote|>she said teasingly.</|quote|>“Did n’t I... | too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains ... | Lena. “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade... | shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that fun... | Except when the father was at home, the Harling house was never quiet. Mrs. Harling and Nina and Ántonia made as much noise as a houseful of children, and there was usually somebody at the piano. Julia was the only one who was held down to regular hours of practicing, but they all played. When Frances came home at noon... | never seen her before with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to w... | My Antonia |
“Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?” | Frances | married, Lena,” she said teasingly.<|quote|>“Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?”</|quote|>Lena looked up with her | you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly.<|quote|>“Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?”</|quote|>Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile. “He did | I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly.<|quote|>“Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen wa... | could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popco... | you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t... | on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Ántonia stood i... | father was at home, the Harling house was never quiet. Mrs. Harling and Nina and Ántonia made as much noise as a houseful of children, and there was usually somebody at the piano. Julia was the only one who was held down to regular hours of practicing, but they all played. When Frances came home at noon, she played unt... | “You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefu... | My Antonia |
Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile. | No speaker | was rushing you pretty hard?”<|quote|>Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile.</|quote|>“He did go with me | I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?”<|quote|>Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile.</|quote|>“He did go with me quite a while. But his | popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?”<|quote|>Lena looked up with her curious... | do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and takin... | me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,” said Mrs. Harling rather severely.... | smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Ántonia stood ill at ease, and did n’t seem to know just what to do with he... | and Nina and Ántonia made as much noise as a houseful of children, and there was usually somebody at the piano. Julia was the only one who was held down to regular hours of practicing, but they all played. When Frances came home at noon, she played until dinner was ready. When Sally got back from school, she sat down i... | the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue cashmere dress and little blue hat, with a plai... | My Antonia |
“He did go with me quite a while. But his father made a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” | Lena | with her curiously innocent smile.<|quote|>“He did go with me quite a while. But his father made a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father si... | pretty hard?” Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile.<|quote|>“He did go with me quite a while. But his father made a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He... | and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?” Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile.<|quote|>“He did go with me quite a while.... | her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky.... | a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,” said Mrs. Harling rather severely. “How is your mother?” “Oh, mothe... | at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Ántonia stood ill at ease, and did n’t seem to know just what to do with her visitor. The door was open into the dining-r... | as a houseful of children, and there was usually somebody at the piano. Julia was the only one who was held down to regular hours of practicing, but they all played. When Frances came home at noon, she played until dinner was ready. When Sally got back from school, she sat down in her hat and coat and drummed the plant... | with a plaid shawl drawn neatly about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?” she asked in a smooth, low voice, looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back. “Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!” Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased ... | My Antonia |
Frances laughed. | No speaker | his father since he promised.”<|quote|>Frances laughed.</|quote|>“And how do you feel | her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.”<|quote|>Frances laughed.</|quote|>“And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want | a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.”<|quote|>Frances laughed.</|quote|>“And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want... | chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?” Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile. “He did go with me quite a while. But his father made a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any... | never very well; she has too much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimbl... | Harling sat crocheting and Frances was reading. Frances asked Lena to come in and join them. “You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen ... | that negro minstrel troupes brought to town. Even Nina played the Swedish Wedding March. Mrs. Harling had studied the piano under a good teacher, and somehow she managed to practice every day. I soon learned that if I were sent over on an errand and found Mrs. Harling at the piano, I must sit down and wait quietly unti... | town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Wel... | My Antonia |
“And how do you feel about it?” | Frances | since he promised.” Frances laughed.<|quote|>“And how do you feel about it?”</|quote|>“I don’t want to marry | ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed.<|quote|>“And how do you feel about it?”</|quote|>“I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” | about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed.<|quote|>“And how do you feel about it?”</|quote|>“I don’t want to mar... | nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?” Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile. “He did go with me quite a while. But his father made a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if ... | well; she has too much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers. ... | crocheting and Frances was reading. Frances asked Lena to come in and join them. “You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena w... | minstrel troupes brought to town. Even Nina played the Swedish Wedding March. Mrs. Harling had studied the piano under a good teacher, and somehow she managed to practice every day. I soon learned that if I were sent over on an errand and found Mrs. Harling at the piano, I must sit down and wait quietly until she turne... | mother’s never very well; she has too much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out w... | My Antonia |
“I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” | Lena | do you feel about it?”<|quote|>“I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,”</|quote|>Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a | promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?”<|quote|>“I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,”</|quote|>Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a good deal of married life, | give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?”<|quote|>“I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,”</|quote|>Len... | were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?” Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile. “He did go with me quite a while. But his father made a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry ... | She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena b... | Lena to come in and join them. “You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the ch... | played the Swedish Wedding March. Mrs. Harling had studied the piano under a good teacher, and somehow she managed to practice every day. I soon learned that if I were sent over on an errand and found Mrs. Harling at the piano, I must sit down and wait quietly until she turned to me. I can see her at this moment; her s... | and little blue hat, with a plaid shawl drawn neatly about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?” she asked in a smooth, low voice, looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back. “Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!” Lena Lingard laughed... | My Antonia |
Lena murmured. | No speaker | Nick, or any other man,”<|quote|>Lena murmured.</|quote|>“I’ve seen a good deal | “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,”<|quote|>Lena murmured.</|quote|>“I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I | going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,”<|quote|>Lena murmured.</|quote|>“I’ve seen a good deal of married... | n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?” Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile. “He did go with me quite a while. But his father made a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful su... | She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we p... | Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging ... | piano under a good teacher, and somehow she managed to practice every day. I soon learned that if I were sent over on an errand and found Mrs. Harling at the piano, I must sit down and wait quietly until she turned to me. I can see her at this moment; her short, square person planted firmly on the stool, her little fat... | fixed on Lena. “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a g... | My Antonia |
“I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” | Lena | any other man,” Lena murmured.<|quote|>“I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.”</|quote|>“That’s right,” said Frances. “And | want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured.<|quote|>“I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.”</|quote|>“That’s right,” said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can | marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured.<|quote|>“I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t... | hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?” Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile. “He did go with me quite a while. But his father made a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, ... | willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed u... | n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketboo... | a good teacher, and somehow she managed to practice every day. I soon learned that if I were sent over on an errand and found Mrs. Harling at the piano, I must sit down and wait quietly until she turned to me. I can see her at this moment; her short, square person planted firmly on the stool, her little fat hands movin... | brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Ántonia stood ill at ease, and did n’t seem to know just what t... | My Antonia |
“That’s right,” | Frances | to ask lief of anybody.”<|quote|>“That’s right,”</|quote|>said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas | at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.”<|quote|>“That’s right,”</|quote|>said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?” | it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.”<|quote|>“That’s right,”</|quote|>said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn d... | n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “... | the hook in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasin... | was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung back—said she had to get her cake into the oven. “So you have come to town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “... | until she turned to me. I can see her at this moment; her short, square person planted firmly on the stool, her little fat hands moving quickly and neatly over the keys, her eyes fixed on the music with intelligent concentration. IV “I won’t have none of your weevily wheat, and I won’t have none of your barley, But I’l... | asked Lena to come in and join them. “You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in ... | My Antonia |
said Frances. | No speaker | lief of anybody.” “That’s right,”<|quote|>said Frances.</|quote|>“And Mrs. Thomas thinks you | and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,”<|quote|>said Frances.</|quote|>“And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. | don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,”<|quote|>said Frances.</|quote|>“And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaki... | Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen... | in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did... | at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung back—said she had to get her cake into the oven. “So you have come to town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where ar... | turned to me. I can see her at this moment; her short, square person planted firmly on the stool, her little fat hands moving quickly and neatly over the keys, her eyes fixed on the music with intelligent concentration. IV “I won’t have none of your weevily wheat, and I won’t have none of your barley, But I’ll take a m... | chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung back—said she had to get her cake into the oven. “So you have come to town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dre... | My Antonia |
“And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?” | Frances | anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances.<|quote|>“And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?”</|quote|>“Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked | have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances.<|quote|>“And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?”</|quote|>“Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never | to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances.<|quote|>“And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?”</|quote|>“Yes, ... | land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a good d... | out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did n’t I ... | disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung back—said she had to get her cake into the oven. “So you have come to town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where are you w... | me. I can see her at this moment; her short, square person planted firmly on the stool, her little fat hands moving quickly and neatly over the keys, her eyes fixed on the music with intelligent concentration. IV “I won’t have none of your weevily wheat, and I won’t have none of your barley, But I’ll take a measure of ... | dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,” ... | My Antonia |
“Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!” | Lena | thinks you can learn dressmaking?”<|quote|>“Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!”</|quote|>Lena sighed softly and stroked | said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?”<|quote|>“Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!”</|quote|>Le... | murmured. “I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?”<|quote|>“Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had mu... | to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t care... | said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pret... | pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung back—said she had to get her cake into the oven. “So you have come to town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She i... | her short, square person planted firmly on the stool, her little fat hands moving quickly and neatly over the keys, her eyes fixed on the music with intelligent concentration. IV “I won’t have none of your weevily wheat, and I won’t have none of your barley, But I’ll take a measure of fine white flour, to make a cake f... | to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,” said Mrs. Harling rather ... | My Antonia |
Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds. | No speaker | Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!”<|quote|>Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds.</|quote|>“Tony knows I never did | made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!”<|quote|>Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds.</|quote|>“Tony knows I never did like out-of-door work,” she added. | thinks you can learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!”<|quote|>Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmer... | or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, bu... | she said teasingly. “Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?” Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile. “He did go with me quite a while. But his father made a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like t... | Lena. “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade... | barley, But I’ll take a measure of fine white flour, to make a cake for Charley.” WE were singing rhymes to tease Ántonia while she was beating up one of Charley’s favorite cakes in her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into th... | taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?” Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile. “He did go with me quite a while. But his fat... | My Antonia |
“Tony knows I never did like out-of-door work,” | Lena | and stroked her cashmere folds.<|quote|>“Tony knows I never did like out-of-door work,”</|quote|>she added. Mrs. Harling glanced | it’s lovely!” Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds.<|quote|>“Tony knows I never did like out-of-door work,”</|quote|>she added. Mrs. Harling glanced at her. “I expect you’ll | always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!” Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds.<|quote|>“Tony knows I never did like out-of-door ... | a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas ma... | Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?” Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile. “He did go with me quite a while. But his father made a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll ... | the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were yo... | white flour, to make a cake for Charley.” WE were singing rhymes to tease Ántonia while she was beating up one of Charley’s favorite cakes in her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn ... | took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going... | My Antonia |
she added. Mrs. Harling glanced at her. | No speaker | never did like out-of-door work,”<|quote|>she added. Mrs. Harling glanced at her.</|quote|>“I expect you’ll learn to | cashmere folds. “Tony knows I never did like out-of-door work,”<|quote|>she added. Mrs. Harling glanced at her.</|quote|>“I expect you’ll learn to sew all right, Lena, if | much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!” Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds. “Tony knows I never did like out-of-door work,”<|quote|>she added. Mrs. Harling glanc... | don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ... | looked up with her curiously innocent smile. “He did go with me quite a while. But his father made a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father ... | to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,” said Mrs. Harling rather severely. “H... | WE were singing rhymes to tease Ántonia while she was beating up one of Charley’s favorite cakes in her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at ... | she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were g... | My Antonia |
“I expect you’ll learn to sew all right, Lena, if you’ll only keep your head and not go gadding about to dances all the time and neglect your work, the way some country girls do.” | Mrs. Harling | Mrs. Harling glanced at her.<|quote|>“I expect you’ll learn to sew all right, Lena, if you’ll only keep your head and not go gadding about to dances all the time and neglect your work, the way some country girls do.”</|quote|>“Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is | like out-of-door work,” she added. Mrs. Harling glanced at her.<|quote|>“I expect you’ll learn to sew all right, Lena, if you’ll only keep your head and not go gadding about to dances all the time and neglect your work, the way some country girls do.”</|quote|>“Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town, too. She’s | lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!” Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds. “Tony knows I never did like out-of-door work,” she added. Mrs. Harling glanced at her.<|quote|>“I expect you’ll learn t... | be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gar... | “He did go with me quite a while. But his father made a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how... | a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,” said Mrs. Harling rather severely. “How is your mother?” “Oh, mothe... | while she was beating up one of Charley’s favorite cakes in her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoo... | “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But ... | My Antonia |
“Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town, too. She’s going to work at the Boys’ Home Hotel. She’ll see lots of strangers,” | Lena | way some country girls do.”<|quote|>“Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town, too. She’s going to work at the Boys’ Home Hotel. She’ll see lots of strangers,”</|quote|>Lena added wistfully. “Too many, | and neglect your work, the way some country girls do.”<|quote|>“Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town, too. She’s going to work at the Boys’ Home Hotel. She’ll see lots of strangers,”</|quote|>Lena added wistfully. “Too many, like enough,” said Mrs. Harling. | “Tony knows I never did like out-of-door work,” she added. Mrs. Harling glanced at her. “I expect you’ll learn to sew all right, Lena, if you’ll only keep your head and not go gadding about to dances all the time and neglect your work, the way some country girls do.”<|quote|>“Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town,... | always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!” Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds. “Tony knows I never did like out-of-door work,” s... | Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want... | It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,” said Mrs. Harling rather severely. “How is your mother?” “Oh, mother’s never very well; she has too much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her... | retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue cashmere dress and little blue hat... | Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to ... | My Antonia |
Lena added wistfully. | No speaker | She’ll see lots of strangers,”<|quote|>Lena added wistfully.</|quote|>“Too many, like enough,” said | at the Boys’ Home Hotel. She’ll see lots of strangers,”<|quote|>Lena added wistfully.</|quote|>“Too many, like enough,” said Mrs. Harling. “I don’t think | Lena, if you’ll only keep your head and not go gadding about to dances all the time and neglect your work, the way some country girls do.” “Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town, too. She’s going to work at the Boys’ Home Hotel. She’ll see lots of strangers,”<|quote|>Lena added wistfully.</|quote|>“Too many, like e... | you know Mrs. Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!” Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds. “Tony knows I never did like out-of-door work,” she added. Mrs. Harling glanced at her. “I expect you’ll learn to sew all right, Lena, if you’ll only keep your hea... | father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,”... | your mother?” “Oh, mother’s never very well; she has too much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent th... | Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue cashmere dress and little blue hat, with a plaid shawl drawn neatly about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you k... | fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?” Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile. “He did go with me quite a while. But his father made a fuss about it an... | My Antonia |
“Too many, like enough,” | Mrs. Harling | of strangers,” Lena added wistfully.<|quote|>“Too many, like enough,”</|quote|>said Mrs. Harling. “I don’t | Home Hotel. She’ll see lots of strangers,” Lena added wistfully.<|quote|>“Too many, like enough,”</|quote|>said Mrs. Harling. “I don’t think a hotel is a | only keep your head and not go gadding about to dances all the time and neglect your work, the way some country girls do.” “Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town, too. She’s going to work at the Boys’ Home Hotel. She’ll see lots of strangers,” Lena added wistfully.<|quote|>“Too many, like enough,”</|quote|>said Mrs... | Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!” Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds. “Tony knows I never did like out-of-door work,” she added. Mrs. Harling glanced at her. “I expect you’ll learn to sew all right, Lena, if you’ll only keep your head and not go g... | promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances. “... | mother’s never very well; she has too much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out w... | spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue cashmere dress and little blue hat, with a plaid shawl drawn neatly about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?” she aske... | said Mrs. Harling rather severely. “How is your mother?” “Oh, mother’s never very well; she has too much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as s... | My Antonia |
said Mrs. Harling. | No speaker | wistfully. “Too many, like enough,”<|quote|>said Mrs. Harling.</|quote|>“I don’t think a hotel | lots of strangers,” Lena added wistfully. “Too many, like enough,”<|quote|>said Mrs. Harling.</|quote|>“I don’t think a hotel is a good place for | and not go gadding about to dances all the time and neglect your work, the way some country girls do.” “Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town, too. She’s going to work at the Boys’ Home Hotel. She’ll see lots of strangers,” Lena added wistfully. “Too many, like enough,”<|quote|>said Mrs. Harling.</|quote|>“I don’t ... | purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!” Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds. “Tony knows I never did like out-of-door work,” she added. Mrs. Harling glanced at her. “I expect you’ll learn to sew all right, Lena, if you’ll only keep your head and not go gadding about to dance... | how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can le... | she has too much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’... | open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue cashmere dress and little blue hat, with a plaid shawl drawn neatly about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?” she asked in a smooth, low... | but Ántonia hung back—said she had to get her cake into the oven. “So you have come to town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the ... | My Antonia |
“I don’t think a hotel is a good place for a girl; though I guess Mrs. Gardener keeps an eye on her waitresses.” | Mrs. Harling | like enough,” said Mrs. Harling.<|quote|>“I don’t think a hotel is a good place for a girl; though I guess Mrs. Gardener keeps an eye on her waitresses.”</|quote|>Lena’s candid eyes, that always | Lena added wistfully. “Too many, like enough,” said Mrs. Harling.<|quote|>“I don’t think a hotel is a good place for a girl; though I guess Mrs. Gardener keeps an eye on her waitresses.”</|quote|>Lena’s candid eyes, that always looked a little sleepy under | gadding about to dances all the time and neglect your work, the way some country girls do.” “Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town, too. She’s going to work at the Boys’ Home Hotel. She’ll see lots of strangers,” Lena added wistfully. “Too many, like enough,” said Mrs. Harling.<|quote|>“I don’t think a hotel is a g... | The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!” Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds. “Tony knows I never did like out-of-door work,” she added. Mrs. Harling glanced at her. “I expect you’ll learn to sew all right, Lena, if you’ll only keep your head and not go gadding about to dances all the time and n... | feel about it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressma... | much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,”... | plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway. She looked demure and pretty, and made a graceful picture in her blue cashmere dress and little blue hat, with a plaid shawl drawn neatly about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?” she asked in a smooth, low voice, loo... | if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a good deal o... | My Antonia |
Lena’s candid eyes, that always looked a little sleepy under their long lashes, kept straying about the cheerful rooms with naïve admiration. Presently she drew on her cotton gloves. | No speaker | an eye on her waitresses.”<|quote|>Lena’s candid eyes, that always looked a little sleepy under their long lashes, kept straying about the cheerful rooms with naïve admiration. Presently she drew on her cotton gloves.</|quote|>“I guess I must be | I guess Mrs. Gardener keeps an eye on her waitresses.”<|quote|>Lena’s candid eyes, that always looked a little sleepy under their long lashes, kept straying about the cheerful rooms with naïve admiration. Presently she drew on her cotton gloves.</|quote|>“I guess I must be leaving,” she said irresolutely. Frances | to town, too. She’s going to work at the Boys’ Home Hotel. She’ll see lots of strangers,” Lena added wistfully. “Too many, like enough,” said Mrs. Harling. “I don’t think a hotel is a good place for a girl; though I guess Mrs. Gardener keeps an eye on her waitresses.”<|quote|>Lena’s candid eyes, that always looked a li... | out-of-door work,” she added. Mrs. Harling glanced at her. “I expect you’ll learn to sew all right, Lena, if you’ll only keep your head and not go gadding about to dances all the time and neglect your work, the way some country girls do.” “Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town, too. She’s going to work at the Boys... | and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the... | to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you don’t forget to,” said Mrs. Harling skeptically, as she took up her crocheting again and sent the hook in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and ta... | and little blue hat, with a plaid shawl drawn neatly about her shoulders and a clumsy pocketbook in her hand. “Hello, Tony. Don’t you know me?” she asked in a smooth, low voice, looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back. “Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!” Lena Lingard laughed... | fixed on Lena. “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going to teach me to sew. She says I have quite a knack. I’m through with the farm. There ain’t any end to the work on a farm, and always so much trouble happens. I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a g... | My Antonia |
“I guess I must be leaving,” | Lena | drew on her cotton gloves.<|quote|>“I guess I must be leaving,”</|quote|>she said irresolutely. Frances told | with naïve admiration. Presently she drew on her cotton gloves.<|quote|>“I guess I must be leaving,”</|quote|>she said irresolutely. Frances told her to come again, whenever | think a hotel is a good place for a girl; though I guess Mrs. Gardener keeps an eye on her waitresses.” Lena’s candid eyes, that always looked a little sleepy under their long lashes, kept straying about the cheerful rooms with naïve admiration. Presently she drew on her cotton gloves.<|quote|>“I guess I must be leavin... | to dances all the time and neglect your work, the way some country girls do.” “Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town, too. She’s going to work at the Boys’ Home Hotel. She’ll see lots of strangers,” Lena added wistfully. “Too many, like enough,” said Mrs. Harling. “I don’t think a hotel is a good place for a girl; ... | “That’s right,” said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!” Len... | the hook in and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasin... | a smooth, low voice, looking in at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back. “Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!” Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased her. I had not recognized her for a moment, either. I had never seen her before with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her... | I’m going to be a dressmaker.” “Well, there have to be dressmakers. It’s a good trade. But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,” said Mrs. Harling rather severely. “How is your mother?” “Oh, mother’s never very well; she has too much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for m... | My Antonia |
she said irresolutely. Frances told her to come again, whenever she was lonesome or wanted advice about anything. Lena replied that she did n’t believe she would ever get lonesome in Black Hawk. She lingered at the kitchen door and begged Ántonia to come and see her often. | No speaker | guess I must be leaving,”<|quote|>she said irresolutely. Frances told her to come again, whenever she was lonesome or wanted advice about anything. Lena replied that she did n’t believe she would ever get lonesome in Black Hawk. She lingered at the kitchen door and begged Ántonia to come and see her often.</|quote|>“... | on her cotton gloves. “I guess I must be leaving,”<|quote|>she said irresolutely. Frances told her to come again, whenever she was lonesome or wanted advice about anything. Lena replied that she did n’t believe she would ever get lonesome in Black Hawk. She lingered at the kitchen door and begged Ántonia to come and ... | place for a girl; though I guess Mrs. Gardener keeps an eye on her waitresses.” Lena’s candid eyes, that always looked a little sleepy under their long lashes, kept straying about the cheerful rooms with naïve admiration. Presently she drew on her cotton gloves. “I guess I must be leaving,”<|quote|>she said irresolutel... | neglect your work, the way some country girls do.” “Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town, too. She’s going to work at the Boys’ Home Hotel. She’ll see lots of strangers,” Lena added wistfully. “Too many, like enough,” said Mrs. Harling. “I don’t think a hotel is a good place for a girl; though I guess Mrs. Gardene... | Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!” Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere... | nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did n’t I hear that... | at us archly. Ántonia gasped and stepped back. “Why, it’s Lena! Of course I did n’t know you, so dressed up!” Lena Lingard laughed, as if this pleased her. I had not recognized her for a moment, either. I had never seen her before with a hat on her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here... | want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know ... | My Antonia |
“I’ve got a room of my own at Mrs. Thomas’s, with a carpet.” | Lena | come and see her often.<|quote|>“I’ve got a room of my own at Mrs. Thomas’s, with a carpet.”</|quote|>Tony shuffled uneasily in her | door and begged Ántonia to come and see her often.<|quote|>“I’ve got a room of my own at Mrs. Thomas’s, with a carpet.”</|quote|>Tony shuffled uneasily in her cloth slippers. “I’ll come sometime, | be leaving,” she said irresolutely. Frances told her to come again, whenever she was lonesome or wanted advice about anything. Lena replied that she did n’t believe she would ever get lonesome in Black Hawk. She lingered at the kitchen door and begged Ántonia to come and see her often.<|quote|>“I’ve got a room of my ... | a good place for a girl; though I guess Mrs. Gardener keeps an eye on her waitresses.” Lena’s candid eyes, that always looked a little sleepy under their long lashes, kept straying about the cheerful rooms with naïve admiration. Presently she drew on her cotton gloves. “I guess I must be leaving,” she said irresolutely... | but it’s lovely!” Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds. “Tony knows I never did like out-of-door work,” she added. Mrs. Harling glanced at her. “I expect you’ll learn to sew all right, Lena, if you’ll only keep your head and not go gadding about to dances all the time and neglect your work, the way some c... | be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?” Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile. “He did go with me quite a while. But his father made a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson.... | her head—or with shoes and stockings on her feet, for that matter. And here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Wel... | you can learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!” Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds. “Tony ... | My Antonia |
Tony shuffled uneasily in her cloth slippers. | No speaker | Mrs. Thomas’s, with a carpet.”<|quote|>Tony shuffled uneasily in her cloth slippers.</|quote|>“I’ll come sometime, but Mrs. | room of my own at Mrs. Thomas’s, with a carpet.”<|quote|>Tony shuffled uneasily in her cloth slippers.</|quote|>“I’ll come sometime, but Mrs. Harling don’t like to have | was lonesome or wanted advice about anything. Lena replied that she did n’t believe she would ever get lonesome in Black Hawk. She lingered at the kitchen door and begged Ántonia to come and see her often. “I’ve got a room of my own at Mrs. Thomas’s, with a carpet.”<|quote|>Tony shuffled uneasily in her cloth slippers.... | eye on her waitresses.” Lena’s candid eyes, that always looked a little sleepy under their long lashes, kept straying about the cheerful rooms with naïve admiration. Presently she drew on her cotton gloves. “I guess I must be leaving,” she said irresolutely. Frances told her to come again, whenever she was lonesome or... | I never did like out-of-door work,” she added. Mrs. Harling glanced at her. “I expect you’ll learn to sew all right, Lena, if you’ll only keep your head and not go gadding about to dances all the time and neglect your work, the way some country girls do.” “Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town, too. She’s going to... | was rushing you pretty hard?” Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile. “He did go with me quite a while. But his father made a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on... | here she was, brushed and smoothed and dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Ántonia stood ill at ease, and did n’t seem to kn... | But I would n’t run down the farm, if I were you,” said Mrs. Harling rather severely. “How is your mother?” “Oh, mother’s never very well; she has too much to do. She’d get away from the farm, too, if she could. She was willing for me to come. After I learn to do sewing, I can make money and help her.” “See that you do... | My Antonia |
“I’ll come sometime, but Mrs. Harling don’t like to have me run much,” | Antonia | uneasily in her cloth slippers.<|quote|>“I’ll come sometime, but Mrs. Harling don’t like to have me run much,”</|quote|>she said evasively. “You can | with a carpet.” Tony shuffled uneasily in her cloth slippers.<|quote|>“I’ll come sometime, but Mrs. Harling don’t like to have me run much,”</|quote|>she said evasively. “You can do what you please when | Lena replied that she did n’t believe she would ever get lonesome in Black Hawk. She lingered at the kitchen door and begged Ántonia to come and see her often. “I’ve got a room of my own at Mrs. Thomas’s, with a carpet.” Tony shuffled uneasily in her cloth slippers.<|quote|>“I’ll come sometime, but Mrs. Harling don’t l... | that always looked a little sleepy under their long lashes, kept straying about the cheerful rooms with naïve admiration. Presently she drew on her cotton gloves. “I guess I must be leaving,” she said irresolutely. Frances told her to come again, whenever she was lonesome or wanted advice about anything. Lena replied ... | added. Mrs. Harling glanced at her. “I expect you’ll learn to sew all right, Lena, if you’ll only keep your head and not go gadding about to dances all the time and neglect your work, the way some country girls do.” “Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town, too. She’s going to work at the Boys’ Home Hotel. She’ll see... | up with her curiously innocent smile. “He did go with me quite a while. But his father made a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since h... | dressed like a town girl, smiling at us with perfect composure. “Hello, Jim,” she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Ántonia stood ill at ease, and did n’t seem to know just what to do with her visitor. T... | eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?” Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile. “He did go with me... | My Antonia |
she said evasively. | No speaker | to have me run much,”<|quote|>she said evasively.</|quote|>“You can do what you | but Mrs. Harling don’t like to have me run much,”<|quote|>she said evasively.</|quote|>“You can do what you please when you go out, | Black Hawk. She lingered at the kitchen door and begged Ántonia to come and see her often. “I’ve got a room of my own at Mrs. Thomas’s, with a carpet.” Tony shuffled uneasily in her cloth slippers. “I’ll come sometime, but Mrs. Harling don’t like to have me run much,”<|quote|>she said evasively.</|quote|>“You can do wh... | the cheerful rooms with naïve admiration. Presently she drew on her cotton gloves. “I guess I must be leaving,” she said irresolutely. Frances told her to come again, whenever she was lonesome or wanted advice about anything. Lena replied that she did n’t believe she would ever get lonesome in Black Hawk. She lingere... | right, Lena, if you’ll only keep your head and not go gadding about to dances all the time and neglect your work, the way some country girls do.” “Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town, too. She’s going to work at the Boys’ Home Hotel. She’ll see lots of strangers,” Lena added wistfully. “Too many, like enough,” sa... | while. But his father made a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?” “I ... | she said carelessly as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Ántonia stood ill at ease, and did n’t seem to know just what to do with her visitor. The door was open into the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat crocheting and F... | I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!” Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds. “Tony knows I never did like out-of-door wor... | My Antonia |
“You can do what you please when you go out, can’t you?” | Lena | run much,” she said evasively.<|quote|>“You can do what you please when you go out, can’t you?”</|quote|>Lena asked in a guarded | don’t like to have me run much,” she said evasively.<|quote|>“You can do what you please when you go out, can’t you?”</|quote|>Lena asked in a guarded whisper. “Ain’t you crazy about | lingered at the kitchen door and begged Ántonia to come and see her often. “I’ve got a room of my own at Mrs. Thomas’s, with a carpet.” Tony shuffled uneasily in her cloth slippers. “I’ll come sometime, but Mrs. Harling don’t like to have me run much,” she said evasively.<|quote|>“You can do what you please when you go... | with naïve admiration. Presently she drew on her cotton gloves. “I guess I must be leaving,” she said irresolutely. Frances told her to come again, whenever she was lonesome or wanted advice about anything. Lena replied that she did n’t believe she would ever get lonesome in Black Hawk. She lingered at the kitchen do... | you’ll only keep your head and not go gadding about to dances all the time and neglect your work, the way some country girls do.” “Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town, too. She’s going to work at the Boys’ Home Hotel. She’ll see lots of strangers,” Lena added wistfully. “Too many, like enough,” said Mrs. Harling.... | father made a fuss about it and said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want to m... | as she walked into the kitchen and looked about her. “I’ve come to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Ántonia stood ill at ease, and did n’t seem to know just what to do with her visitor. The door was open into the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat crocheting and Frances was reading. ... | Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty har... | My Antonia |
Lena asked in a guarded whisper. | No speaker | you go out, can’t you?”<|quote|>Lena asked in a guarded whisper.</|quote|>“Ain’t you crazy about town, | do what you please when you go out, can’t you?”<|quote|>Lena asked in a guarded whisper.</|quote|>“Ain’t you crazy about town, Tony? I don’t care what | her often. “I’ve got a room of my own at Mrs. Thomas’s, with a carpet.” Tony shuffled uneasily in her cloth slippers. “I’ll come sometime, but Mrs. Harling don’t like to have me run much,” she said evasively. “You can do what you please when you go out, can’t you?”<|quote|>Lena asked in a guarded whisper.</|quote|>“Ain... | I must be leaving,” she said irresolutely. Frances told her to come again, whenever she was lonesome or wanted advice about anything. Lena replied that she did n’t believe she would ever get lonesome in Black Hawk. She lingered at the kitchen door and begged Ántonia to come and see her often. “I’ve got a room of my o... | all the time and neglect your work, the way some country girls do.” “Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town, too. She’s going to work at the Boys’ Home Hotel. She’ll see lots of strangers,” Lena added wistfully. “Too many, like enough,” said Mrs. Harling. “I don’t think a hotel is a good place for a girl; though I g... | Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen... | to town to work, too, Tony.” “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Ántonia stood ill at ease, and did n’t seem to know just what to do with her visitor. The door was open into the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat crocheting and Frances was reading. Frances asked Lena to come in and join them. “You are Lena Linga... | I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushin... | My Antonia |
“Ain’t you crazy about town, Tony? I don’t care what anybody says, I’m done with the farm!” | Lena | asked in a guarded whisper.<|quote|>“Ain’t you crazy about town, Tony? I don’t care what anybody says, I’m done with the farm!”</|quote|>She glanced back over her | go out, can’t you?” Lena asked in a guarded whisper.<|quote|>“Ain’t you crazy about town, Tony? I don’t care what anybody says, I’m done with the farm!”</|quote|>She glanced back over her shoulder toward the dining-room, where | of my own at Mrs. Thomas’s, with a carpet.” Tony shuffled uneasily in her cloth slippers. “I’ll come sometime, but Mrs. Harling don’t like to have me run much,” she said evasively. “You can do what you please when you go out, can’t you?” Lena asked in a guarded whisper.<|quote|>“Ain’t you crazy about town, Tony? I don’... | irresolutely. Frances told her to come again, whenever she was lonesome or wanted advice about anything. Lena replied that she did n’t believe she would ever get lonesome in Black Hawk. She lingered at the kitchen door and begged Ántonia to come and see her often. “I’ve got a room of my own at Mrs. Thomas’s, with a car... | work, the way some country girls do.” “Yes, ’m. Tiny Soderball is coming to town, too. She’s going to work at the Boys’ Home Hotel. She’ll see lots of strangers,” Lena added wistfully. “Too many, like enough,” said Mrs. Harling. “I don’t think a hotel is a good place for a girl; though I guess Mrs. Gardener keeps an ey... | me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a good deal of married life... | “Have you, now? Well, ain’t that funny!” Ántonia stood ill at ease, and did n’t seem to know just what to do with her visitor. The door was open into the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat crocheting and Frances was reading. Frances asked Lena to come in and join them. “You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to... | said he would n’t give Nick any land if he married me, so he’s going to marry Annie Iverson. I would n’t like to be her; Nick’s awful sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Le... | My Antonia |
She glanced back over her shoulder toward the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat. When Lena was gone, Frances asked Ántonia why she had n’t been a little more cordial to her. | No speaker | I’m done with the farm!”<|quote|>She glanced back over her shoulder toward the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat. When Lena was gone, Frances asked Ántonia why she had n’t been a little more cordial to her.</|quote|>“I did n’t know if | don’t care what anybody says, I’m done with the farm!”<|quote|>She glanced back over her shoulder toward the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat. When Lena was gone, Frances asked Ántonia why she had n’t been a little more cordial to her.</|quote|>“I did n’t know if your mother would like her | come sometime, but Mrs. Harling don’t like to have me run much,” she said evasively. “You can do what you please when you go out, can’t you?” Lena asked in a guarded whisper. “Ain’t you crazy about town, Tony? I don’t care what anybody says, I’m done with the farm!”<|quote|>She glanced back over her shoulder toward the... | replied that she did n’t believe she would ever get lonesome in Black Hawk. She lingered at the kitchen door and begged Ántonia to come and see her often. “I’ve got a room of my own at Mrs. Thomas’s, with a carpet.” Tony shuffled uneasily in her cloth slippers. “I’ll come sometime, but Mrs. Harling don’t like to have m... | going to work at the Boys’ Home Hotel. She’ll see lots of strangers,” Lena added wistfully. “Too many, like enough,” said Mrs. Harling. “I don’t think a hotel is a good place for a girl; though I guess Mrs. Gardener keeps an eye on her waitresses.” Lena’s candid eyes, that always looked a little sleepy under their long... | sullen, and he’ll take it out on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at... | know just what to do with her visitor. The door was open into the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat crocheting and Frances was reading. Frances asked Lena to come in and join them. “You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s... | always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!” Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds. “Tony knows I never did like out-of-door work,” s... | My Antonia |
“I did n’t know if your mother would like her coming here,” | Antonia | little more cordial to her.<|quote|>“I did n’t know if your mother would like her coming here,”</|quote|>said Ántonia, looking troubled. “She | she had n’t been a little more cordial to her.<|quote|>“I did n’t know if your mother would like her coming here,”</|quote|>said Ántonia, looking troubled. “She was kind of talked about, | guarded whisper. “Ain’t you crazy about town, Tony? I don’t care what anybody says, I’m done with the farm!” She glanced back over her shoulder toward the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat. When Lena was gone, Frances asked Ántonia why she had n’t been a little more cordial to her.<|quote|>“I did n’t know if your mo... | a room of my own at Mrs. Thomas’s, with a carpet.” Tony shuffled uneasily in her cloth slippers. “I’ll come sometime, but Mrs. Harling don’t like to have me run much,” she said evasively. “You can do what you please when you go out, can’t you?” Lena asked in a guarded whisper. “Ain’t you crazy about town, Tony? I don’t... | place for a girl; though I guess Mrs. Gardener keeps an eye on her waitresses.” Lena’s candid eyes, that always looked a little sleepy under their long lashes, kept straying about the cheerful rooms with naïve admiration. Presently she drew on her cotton gloves. “I guess I must be leaving,” she said irresolutely. Fran... | Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to s... | join them. “You are Lena Lingard, are n’t you? I’ve been to see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed ... | and out with nimble fingers. “No, ’m, I won’t,” said Lena blandly. She took a few grains of the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did n’... | My Antonia |
said Ántonia, looking troubled. | No speaker | would like her coming here,”<|quote|>said Ántonia, looking troubled.</|quote|>“She was kind of talked | n’t know if your mother would like her coming here,”<|quote|>said Ántonia, looking troubled.</|quote|>“She was kind of talked about, out there.” “Yes, I | anybody says, I’m done with the farm!” She glanced back over her shoulder toward the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat. When Lena was gone, Frances asked Ántonia why she had n’t been a little more cordial to her. “I did n’t know if your mother would like her coming here,”<|quote|>said Ántonia, looking troubled.</|qu... | shuffled uneasily in her cloth slippers. “I’ll come sometime, but Mrs. Harling don’t like to have me run much,” she said evasively. “You can do what you please when you go out, can’t you?” Lena asked in a guarded whisper. “Ain’t you crazy about town, Tony? I don’t care what anybody says, I’m done with the farm!” She gl... | on her waitresses.” Lena’s candid eyes, that always looked a little sleepy under their long lashes, kept straying about the cheerful rooms with naïve admiration. Presently she drew on her cotton gloves. “I guess I must be leaving,” she said irresolutely. Frances told her to come again, whenever she was lonesome or wan... | of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely t... | see your mother, but you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton glov... | the popcorn we pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?” Lena looked up with her curiously i... | My Antonia |
“She was kind of talked about, out there.” | Antonia | here,” said Ántonia, looking troubled.<|quote|>“She was kind of talked about, out there.”</|quote|>“Yes, I know. But mother | mother would like her coming here,” said Ántonia, looking troubled.<|quote|>“She was kind of talked about, out there.”</|quote|>“Yes, I know. But mother won’t hold it against her | with the farm!” She glanced back over her shoulder toward the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat. When Lena was gone, Frances asked Ántonia why she had n’t been a little more cordial to her. “I did n’t know if your mother would like her coming here,” said Ántonia, looking troubled.<|quote|>“She was kind of talked abo... | cloth slippers. “I’ll come sometime, but Mrs. Harling don’t like to have me run much,” she said evasively. “You can do what you please when you go out, can’t you?” Lena asked in a guarded whisper. “Ain’t you crazy about town, Tony? I don’t care what anybody says, I’m done with the farm!” She glanced back over her shoul... | candid eyes, that always looked a little sleepy under their long lashes, kept straying about the cheerful rooms with naïve admiration. Presently she drew on her cotton gloves. “I guess I must be leaving,” she said irresolutely. Frances told her to come again, whenever she was lonesome or wanted advice about anything. ... | I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the tow... | you were off herding cattle that day. Mama, this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We fol... | on her. He ain’t spoke to his father since he promised.” Frances laughed. “And how do you feel about it?” “I don’t want to marry Nick, or any other man,” Lena murmured. “I’ve seen a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lie... | My Antonia |
“Yes, I know. But mother won’t hold it against her if she behaves well here. You need n’t say anything about that to the children. I guess Jim has heard all that gossip?” | Frances | of talked about, out there.”<|quote|>“Yes, I know. But mother won’t hold it against her if she behaves well here. You need n’t say anything about that to the children. I guess Jim has heard all that gossip?”</|quote|>When I nodded, she pulled | looking troubled. “She was kind of talked about, out there.”<|quote|>“Yes, I know. But mother won’t hold it against her if she behaves well here. You need n’t say anything about that to the children. I guess Jim has heard all that gossip?”</|quote|>When I nodded, she pulled my hair and told me | shoulder toward the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat. When Lena was gone, Frances asked Ántonia why she had n’t been a little more cordial to her. “I did n’t know if your mother would like her coming here,” said Ántonia, looking troubled. “She was kind of talked about, out there.”<|quote|>“Yes, I know. But mother wo... | don’t like to have me run much,” she said evasively. “You can do what you please when you go out, can’t you?” Lena asked in a guarded whisper. “Ain’t you crazy about town, Tony? I don’t care what anybody says, I’m done with the farm!” She glanced back over her shoulder toward the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat. W... | under their long lashes, kept straying about the cheerful rooms with naïve admiration. Presently she drew on her cotton gloves. “I guess I must be leaving,” she said irresolutely. Frances told her to come again, whenever she was lonesome or wanted advice about anything. Lena replied that she did n’t believe she would ... | be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gar... | this is Chris Lingard’s oldest girl.” Mrs. Harling dropped her worsted and examined the visitor with quick, keen eyes. Lena was not at all disconcerted. She sat down in the chair Frances pointed out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung bac... | with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!” Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds. “Tony knows I never did like out-of-door work,” she added. Mrs. Harling glanced at her. “I expec... | My Antonia |
When I nodded, she pulled my hair and told me I knew too much, anyhow. We were good friends, Frances and I. I ran home to tell grandmother that Lena Lingard had come to town. We were glad of it, for she had a hard life on the farm. Lena lived in the Norwegian settlement west of Squaw Creek, and she used to herd her f... | No speaker | has heard all that gossip?”<|quote|>When I nodded, she pulled my hair and told me I knew too much, anyhow. We were good friends, Frances and I. I ran home to tell grandmother that Lena Lingard had come to town. We were glad of it, for she had a hard life on the farm. Lena lived in the Norwegian settlement west of Squ... | the children. I guess Jim has heard all that gossip?”<|quote|>When I nodded, she pulled my hair and told me I knew too much, anyhow. We were good friends, Frances and I. I ran home to tell grandmother that Lena Lingard had come to town. We were glad of it, for she had a hard life on the farm. Lena lived in the Norweg... | would like her coming here,” said Ántonia, looking troubled. “She was kind of talked about, out there.” “Yes, I know. But mother won’t hold it against her if she behaves well here. You need n’t say anything about that to the children. I guess Jim has heard all that gossip?”<|quote|>When I nodded, she pulled my hair and... | Tony? I don’t care what anybody says, I’m done with the farm!” She glanced back over her shoulder toward the dining-room, where Mrs. Harling sat. When Lena was gone, Frances asked Ántonia why she had n’t been a little more cordial to her. “I did n’t know if your mother would like her coming here,” said Ántonia, lookin... | come again, whenever she was lonesome or wanted advice about anything. Lena replied that she did n’t believe she would ever get lonesome in Black Hawk. She lingered at the kitchen door and begged Ántonia to come and see her often. “I’ve got a room of my own at Mrs. Thomas’s, with a carpet.” Tony shuffled uneasily in he... | ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!” Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds. “Tony knows I never did like out-of-door... | out, carefully arranging her pocketbook and gray cotton gloves on her lap. We followed with our popcorn, but Ántonia hung back—said she had to get her cake into the oven. “So you have come to town,” said Mrs. Harling, her eyes still fixed on Lena. “Where are you working?” “For Mrs. Thomas, the dressmaker. She is going ... | pressed upon her, eating them discreetly and taking care not to get her fingers sticky. Frances drew her chair up nearer to the visitor. “I thought you were going to be married, Lena,” she said teasingly. “Did n’t I hear that Nick Svendsen was rushing you pretty hard?” Lena looked up with her curiously innocent smile. ... | My Antonia |
[Illustration: Lena Lingard knitting stockings] | No speaker | still have been in pinafores.<|quote|>[Illustration: Lena Lingard knitting stockings]</|quote|>Ole lived in a leaky | an age when she should still have been in pinafores.<|quote|>[Illustration: Lena Lingard knitting stockings]</|quote|>Ole lived in a leaky dugout somewhere at the edge | the Norwegian women, who disapproved of her, admitted that she was a good daughter to her mother. As Tony said, she had been talked about. She was accused of making Ole Benson lose the little sense he had—and that at an age when she should still have been in pinafores.<|quote|>[Illustration: Lena Lingard knitting stock... | as if we were old acquaintances. Even then I noticed the unusual color of her eyes—a shade of deep violet—and their soft, confiding expression. Chris Lingard was not a very successful farmer, and he had a large family. Lena was always knitting stockings for little brothers and sisters, and even the Norwegian women, who... | spite of constant exposure to the sun, kept a miraculous whiteness which somehow made her seem more undressed than other girls who went scantily clad. The first time I stopped to talk to her, I was astonished at her soft voice and easy, gentle ways. The girls out there usually got rough and mannish after they went to h... | her coming here,” said Ántonia, looking troubled. “She was kind of talked about, out there.” “Yes, I know. But mother won’t hold it against her if she behaves well here. You need n’t say anything about that to the children. I guess Jim has heard all that gossip?” When I nodded, she pulled my hair and told me I knew too... | a good deal of married life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas ma... | Before I knew Lena, I thought of her as something wild, that always lived on the prairie, because I had never seen her under a roof. Her yellow hair was burned to a ruddy thatch on her head; but her legs and arms, curiously enough, in spite of constant exposure to the sun, kept a miraculous whiteness which somehow made... | My Antonia |
Ole lived in a leaky dugout somewhere at the edge of the settlement. He was fat and lazy and discouraged, and bad luck had become a habit with him. After he had had every other kind of misfortune, his wife, | No speaker | [Illustration: Lena Lingard knitting stockings]<|quote|>Ole lived in a leaky dugout somewhere at the edge of the settlement. He was fat and lazy and discouraged, and bad luck had become a habit with him. After he had had every other kind of misfortune, his wife,</|quote|>“Crazy Mary,” tried to set | still have been in pinafores. [Illustration: Lena Lingard knitting stockings]<|quote|>Ole lived in a leaky dugout somewhere at the edge of the settlement. He was fat and lazy and discouraged, and bad luck had become a habit with him. After he had had every other kind of misfortune, his wife,</|quote|>“Crazy Mary,” trie... | of her, admitted that she was a good daughter to her mother. As Tony said, she had been talked about. She was accused of making Ole Benson lose the little sense he had—and that at an age when she should still have been in pinafores. [Illustration: Lena Lingard knitting stockings]<|quote|>Ole lived in a leaky dugout som... | acquaintances. Even then I noticed the unusual color of her eyes—a shade of deep violet—and their soft, confiding expression. Chris Lingard was not a very successful farmer, and he had a large family. Lena was always knitting stockings for little brothers and sisters, and even the Norwegian women, who disapproved of he... | the sun, kept a miraculous whiteness which somehow made her seem more undressed than other girls who went scantily clad. The first time I stopped to talk to her, I was astonished at her soft voice and easy, gentle ways. The girls out there usually got rough and mannish after they went to herding. But Lena asked Jake an... | looking troubled. “She was kind of talked about, out there.” “Yes, I know. But mother won’t hold it against her if she behaves well here. You need n’t say anything about that to the children. I guess Jim has heard all that gossip?” When I nodded, she pulled my hair and told me I knew too much, anyhow. We were good frie... | life, and I don’t care for it. I want to be so I can help my mother and the children at home, and not have to ask lief of anybody.” “That’s right,” said Frances. “And Mrs. Thomas thinks you can learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for a... | But mother won’t hold it against her if she behaves well here. You need n’t say anything about that to the children. I guess Jim has heard all that gossip?” When I nodded, she pulled my hair and told me I knew too much, anyhow. We were good friends, Frances and I. I ran home to tell grandmother that Lena Lingard had c... | My Antonia |
“Crazy Mary,” | No speaker | kind of misfortune, his wife,<|quote|>“Crazy Mary,”</|quote|>tried to set a neighbor’s | he had had every other kind of misfortune, his wife,<|quote|>“Crazy Mary,”</|quote|>tried to set a neighbor’s barn on fire, and was | still have been in pinafores. [Illustration: Lena Lingard knitting stockings] Ole lived in a leaky dugout somewhere at the edge of the settlement. He was fat and lazy and discouraged, and bad luck had become a habit with him. After he had had every other kind of misfortune, his wife,<|quote|>“Crazy Mary,”</|quote|>trie... | brothers and sisters, and even the Norwegian women, who disapproved of her, admitted that she was a good daughter to her mother. As Tony said, she had been talked about. She was accused of making Ole Benson lose the little sense he had—and that at an age when she should still have been in pinafores. [Illustration: Lena... | The girls out there usually got rough and mannish after they went to herding. But Lena asked Jake and me to get off our horses and stay awhile, and behaved exactly as if she were in a house and were accustomed to having visitors. She was not embarrassed by her ragged clothes, and treated us as if we were old acquaintan... | all that gossip?” When I nodded, she pulled my hair and told me I knew too much, anyhow. We were good friends, Frances and I. I ran home to tell grandmother that Lena Lingard had come to town. We were glad of it, for she had a hard life on the farm. Lena lived in the Norwegian settlement west of Squaw Creek, and she ... | learn dressmaking?” “Yes, ’m. I’ve always liked to sew, but I never had much to do with. Mrs. Thomas makes lovely things for all the town ladies. Did you know Mrs. Gardener is having a purple velvet made? The velvet came from Omaha. My, but it’s lovely!” Lena sighed softly and stroked her cashmere folds. “Tony knows I ... | my hair and told me I knew too much, anyhow. We were good friends, Frances and I. I ran home to tell grandmother that Lena Lingard had come to town. We were glad of it, for she had a hard life on the farm. Lena lived in the Norwegian settlement west of Squaw Creek, and she used to herd her father’s cattle in the open c... | My Antonia |
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