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“the Harlings’ Tony” | No speaker | joke with each other about<|quote|>“the Harlings’ Tony”</|quote|>as they did about “the | The young men began to joke with each other about<|quote|>“the Harlings’ Tony”</|quote|>as they did about “the Marshalls’ Anna” or “the Gardeners’ | and Lena and their friends. The Vannis often said that Ántonia was the best dancer of them all. I sometimes heard murmurs in the crowd outside the pavilion that Mrs. Harling would soon have her hands full with that girl. The young men began to joke with each other about<|quote|>“the Harlings’ Tony”</|quote|>as they did... | looked upon more as a ward of the Harlings than as one of the “hired girls.” She had lived in their house and yard and garden; her thoughts never seemed to stray outside that little kingdom. But after the tent came to town she began to go about with Tiny and Lena and their friends. The Vannis often said that Ántonia wa... | from his predicament he ran away with a widow six years older than himself, who owned a half-section. This remedy worked, apparently. He never looked at Lena again, nor lifted his eyes as he ceremoniously tipped his hat when he happened to meet her on the sidewalk. So that was what they were like, I thought, these whit... | in his father’s bank, always found his way to the tent on Saturday night. He took all the dances Lena Lingard would give him, and even grew bold enough to walk home with her. If his sisters or their friends happened to be among the onlookers on “popular nights,” Sylvester stood back in the shadow under the cottonwood t... | that must not be used. But sometimes a young fellow would look up from his ledger, or out through the grating of his father’s bank, and let his eyes follow Lena Lingard, as she passed the window with her slow, undulating walk, or Tiny Soderball, tripping by in her short skirt and striped stockings. The country girls we... | came back to town to take the place of her friend, Mary Svoboda, who was similarly embarrassed. The three Marys were considered as dangerous as high explosives to have about the kitchen, yet they were such good cooks and such admirable housekeepers that they never had to look for a place. The Vannis’ tent brought the t... | My Antonia |
as they did about | No speaker | other about “the Harlings’ Tony”<|quote|>as they did about</|quote|>“the Marshalls’ Anna” or “the | began to joke with each other about “the Harlings’ Tony”<|quote|>as they did about</|quote|>“the Marshalls’ Anna” or “the Gardeners’ Tiny.” Ántonia talked and | their friends. The Vannis often said that Ántonia was the best dancer of them all. I sometimes heard murmurs in the crowd outside the pavilion that Mrs. Harling would soon have her hands full with that girl. The young men began to joke with each other about “the Harlings’ Tony”<|quote|>as they did about</|quote|>“the M... | as a ward of the Harlings than as one of the “hired girls.” She had lived in their house and yard and garden; her thoughts never seemed to stray outside that little kingdom. But after the tent came to town she began to go about with Tiny and Lena and their friends. The Vannis often said that Ántonia was the best dancer... | he ran away with a widow six years older than himself, who owned a half-section. This remedy worked, apparently. He never looked at Lena again, nor lifted his eyes as he ceremoniously tipped his hat when he happened to meet her on the sidewalk. So that was what they were like, I thought, these white-handed, high-collar... | bank, always found his way to the tent on Saturday night. He took all the dances Lena Lingard would give him, and even grew bold enough to walk home with her. If his sisters or their friends happened to be among the onlookers on “popular nights,” Sylvester stood back in the shadow under the cottonwood trees, smoking an... | be used. But sometimes a young fellow would look up from his ledger, or out through the grating of his father’s bank, and let his eyes follow Lena Lingard, as she passed the window with her slow, undulating walk, or Tiny Soderball, tripping by in her short skirt and striped stockings. The country girls were considered ... | white throats and their pink cheeks. The three Marys were the heroines of a cycle of scandalous stories, which the old men were fond of relating as they sat about the cigar-stand in the drug-store. Mary Dusak had been housekeeper for a bachelor rancher from Boston, and after several years in his service she was forced ... | My Antonia |
“the Marshalls’ Anna” | No speaker | Tony” as they did about<|quote|>“the Marshalls’ Anna”</|quote|>or “the Gardeners’ Tiny.” Ántonia | each other about “the Harlings’ Tony” as they did about<|quote|>“the Marshalls’ Anna”</|quote|>or “the Gardeners’ Tiny.” Ántonia talked and thought of nothing | often said that Ántonia was the best dancer of them all. I sometimes heard murmurs in the crowd outside the pavilion that Mrs. Harling would soon have her hands full with that girl. The young men began to joke with each other about “the Harlings’ Tony” as they did about<|quote|>“the Marshalls’ Anna”</|quote|>or “the Ga... | the Harlings than as one of the “hired girls.” She had lived in their house and yard and garden; her thoughts never seemed to stray outside that little kingdom. But after the tent came to town she began to go about with Tiny and Lena and their friends. The Vannis often said that Ántonia was the best dancer of them all.... | a widow six years older than himself, who owned a half-section. This remedy worked, apparently. He never looked at Lena again, nor lifted his eyes as he ceremoniously tipped his hat when he happened to meet her on the sidewalk. So that was what they were like, I thought, these white-handed, high-collared clerks and boo... | way to the tent on Saturday night. He took all the dances Lena Lingard would give him, and even grew bold enough to walk home with her. If his sisters or their friends happened to be among the onlookers on “popular nights,” Sylvester stood back in the shadow under the cottonwood trees, smoking and watching Lena with a ... | a young fellow would look up from his ledger, or out through the grating of his father’s bank, and let his eyes follow Lena Lingard, as she passed the window with her slow, undulating walk, or Tiny Soderball, tripping by in her short skirt and striped stockings. The country girls were considered a menace to the social ... | been housekeeper for a bachelor rancher from Boston, and after several years in his service she was forced to retire from the world for a short time. Later she came back to town to take the place of her friend, Mary Svoboda, who was similarly embarrassed. The three Marys were considered as dangerous as high explosives ... | My Antonia |
or | No speaker | did about “the Marshalls’ Anna”<|quote|>or</|quote|>“the Gardeners’ Tiny.” Ántonia talked | “the Harlings’ Tony” as they did about “the Marshalls’ Anna”<|quote|>or</|quote|>“the Gardeners’ Tiny.” Ántonia talked and thought of nothing but | Ántonia was the best dancer of them all. I sometimes heard murmurs in the crowd outside the pavilion that Mrs. Harling would soon have her hands full with that girl. The young men began to joke with each other about “the Harlings’ Tony” as they did about “the Marshalls’ Anna”<|quote|>or</|quote|>“the Gardeners’ Tiny.” ... | as one of the “hired girls.” She had lived in their house and yard and garden; her thoughts never seemed to stray outside that little kingdom. But after the tent came to town she began to go about with Tiny and Lena and their friends. The Vannis often said that Ántonia was the best dancer of them all. I sometimes heard... | years older than himself, who owned a half-section. This remedy worked, apparently. He never looked at Lena again, nor lifted his eyes as he ceremoniously tipped his hat when he happened to meet her on the sidewalk. So that was what they were like, I thought, these white-handed, high-collared clerks and bookkeepers! I ... | tent on Saturday night. He took all the dances Lena Lingard would give him, and even grew bold enough to walk home with her. If his sisters or their friends happened to be among the onlookers on “popular nights,” Sylvester stood back in the shadow under the cottonwood trees, smoking and watching Lena with a harassed ex... | would look up from his ledger, or out through the grating of his father’s bank, and let his eyes follow Lena Lingard, as she passed the window with her slow, undulating walk, or Tiny Soderball, tripping by in her short skirt and striped stockings. The country girls were considered a menace to the social order. Their be... | business, there was Tiny, arching her shoulders at him like a kitten. If he went into the laundry to get his collars, there were the four Danish girls, smiling up from their ironing-boards, with their white throats and their pink cheeks. The three Marys were the heroines of a cycle of scandalous stories, which the old ... | My Antonia |
“the Gardeners’ Tiny.” | No speaker | about “the Marshalls’ Anna” or<|quote|>“the Gardeners’ Tiny.”</|quote|>Ántonia talked and thought of | Harlings’ Tony” as they did about “the Marshalls’ Anna” or<|quote|>“the Gardeners’ Tiny.”</|quote|>Ántonia talked and thought of nothing but the tent. She | was the best dancer of them all. I sometimes heard murmurs in the crowd outside the pavilion that Mrs. Harling would soon have her hands full with that girl. The young men began to joke with each other about “the Harlings’ Tony” as they did about “the Marshalls’ Anna” or<|quote|>“the Gardeners’ Tiny.”</|quote|>Ántonia ... | one of the “hired girls.” She had lived in their house and yard and garden; her thoughts never seemed to stray outside that little kingdom. But after the tent came to town she began to go about with Tiny and Lena and their friends. The Vannis often said that Ántonia was the best dancer of them all. I sometimes heard mu... | older than himself, who owned a half-section. This remedy worked, apparently. He never looked at Lena again, nor lifted his eyes as he ceremoniously tipped his hat when he happened to meet her on the sidewalk. So that was what they were like, I thought, these white-handed, high-collared clerks and bookkeepers! I used t... | on Saturday night. He took all the dances Lena Lingard would give him, and even grew bold enough to walk home with her. If his sisters or their friends happened to be among the onlookers on “popular nights,” Sylvester stood back in the shadow under the cottonwood trees, smoking and watching Lena with a harassed express... | look up from his ledger, or out through the grating of his father’s bank, and let his eyes follow Lena Lingard, as she passed the window with her slow, undulating walk, or Tiny Soderball, tripping by in her short skirt and striped stockings. The country girls were considered a menace to the social order. Their beauty s... | on the draw-side and watch Lena herd her cattle. Later in the summer, when Lena went home for a week to visit her mother, I heard from Ántonia that young Lovett drove all the way out there to see her, and took her buggy-riding. In my ingenuousness I hoped that Sylvester would marry Lena, and thus give all the country g... | My Antonia |
Ántonia talked and thought of nothing but the tent. She hummed the dance tunes all day. When supper was late, she hurried with her dishes, dropped and smashed them in her excitement. At the first call of the music, she became irresponsible. If she had n’t time to dress, she merely flung off her apron and shot out of th... | No speaker | Anna” or “the Gardeners’ Tiny.”<|quote|>Ántonia talked and thought of nothing but the tent. She hummed the dance tunes all day. When supper was late, she hurried with her dishes, dropped and smashed them in her excitement. At the first call of the music, she became irresponsible. If she had n’t time to dress, she merel... | they did about “the Marshalls’ Anna” or “the Gardeners’ Tiny.”<|quote|>Ántonia talked and thought of nothing but the tent. She hummed the dance tunes all day. When supper was late, she hurried with her dishes, dropped and smashed them in her excitement. At the first call of the music, she became irresponsible. If she h... | dancer of them all. I sometimes heard murmurs in the crowd outside the pavilion that Mrs. Harling would soon have her hands full with that girl. The young men began to joke with each other about “the Harlings’ Tony” as they did about “the Marshalls’ Anna” or “the Gardeners’ Tiny.”<|quote|>Ántonia talked and thought of ... | “hired girls.” She had lived in their house and yard and garden; her thoughts never seemed to stray outside that little kingdom. But after the tent came to town she began to go about with Tiny and Lena and their friends. The Vannis often said that Ántonia was the best dancer of them all. I sometimes heard murmurs in th... | who owned a half-section. This remedy worked, apparently. He never looked at Lena again, nor lifted his eyes as he ceremoniously tipped his hat when he happened to meet her on the sidewalk. So that was what they were like, I thought, these white-handed, high-collared clerks and bookkeepers! I used to glare at young Lov... | He took all the dances Lena Lingard would give him, and even grew bold enough to walk home with her. If his sisters or their friends happened to be among the onlookers on “popular nights,” Sylvester stood back in the shadow under the cottonwood trees, smoking and watching Lena with a harassed expression. Several times ... | his ledger, or out through the grating of his father’s bank, and let his eyes follow Lena Lingard, as she passed the window with her slow, undulating walk, or Tiny Soderball, tripping by in her short skirt and striped stockings. The country girls were considered a menace to the social order. Their beauty shone out too ... | always found his way to the tent on Saturday night. He took all the dances Lena Lingard would give him, and even grew bold enough to walk home with her. If his sisters or their friends happened to be among the onlookers on “popular nights,” Sylvester stood back in the shadow under the cottonwood trees, smoking and watc... | My Antonia |
The next morning when Mrs. Harling and Frances tried to reason with Ántonia, they found her agitated but determined. | No speaker | another place. Think it over.”<|quote|>The next morning when Mrs. Harling and Frances tried to reason with Ántonia, they found her agitated but determined.</|quote|>“Stop going to the tent?” | dances, or you can hunt another place. Think it over.”<|quote|>The next morning when Mrs. Harling and Frances tried to reason with Ántonia, they found her agitated but determined.</|quote|>“Stop going to the tent?” she panted. “I would n’t | and easy, and now you’ve got the same reputation. I won’t have this and that fellow tramping about my back yard all the time. This is the end of it, to-night. It stops, short. You can quit going to these dances, or you can hunt another place. Think it over.”<|quote|>The next morning when Mrs. Harling and Frances tried ... | was going to be married on Monday,—he caught her and kissed her until she got one hand free and slapped him. Mr. Harling put his beer bottles down on the table. “This is what I’ve been expecting, Ántonia. You’ve been going with girls who have a reputation for being free and easy, and now you’ve got the same reputation.... | out through the side door in time to see a pair of long legs vaulting over the picket fence. Ántonia was standing there, angry and excited. Young Harry Paine, who was to marry his employer’s daughter on Monday, had come to the tent with a crowd of friends and danced all evening. Afterward, he begged Ántonia to let him ... | merely flung off her apron and shot out of the kitchen door. Sometimes I went with her; the moment the lighted tent came into view she would break into a run, like a boy. There were always partners waiting for her; she began to dance before she got her breath. Ántonia’s success at the tent had its consequences. The ice... | a harassed expression. Several times I stumbled upon him there in the dark, and I felt rather sorry for him. He reminded me of Ole Benson, who used to sit on the draw-side and watch Lena herd her cattle. Later in the summer, when Lena went home for a week to visit her mother, I heard from Ántonia that young Lovett drov... | came up the stairs in the dark, he heard scuffling on the back porch, and then the sound of a vigorous slap. He looked out through the side door in time to see a pair of long legs vaulting over the picket fence. Ántonia was standing there, angry and excited. Young Harry Paine, who was to marry his employer’s daughter o... | My Antonia |
“Stop going to the tent?” | Antonia | found her agitated but determined.<|quote|>“Stop going to the tent?”</|quote|>she panted. “I would n’t | to reason with Ántonia, they found her agitated but determined.<|quote|>“Stop going to the tent?”</|quote|>she panted. “I would n’t think of it for a | back yard all the time. This is the end of it, to-night. It stops, short. You can quit going to these dances, or you can hunt another place. Think it over.” The next morning when Mrs. Harling and Frances tried to reason with Ántonia, they found her agitated but determined.<|quote|>“Stop going to the tent?”</|quote|>she... | slapped him. Mr. Harling put his beer bottles down on the table. “This is what I’ve been expecting, Ántonia. You’ve been going with girls who have a reputation for being free and easy, and now you’ve got the same reputation. I won’t have this and that fellow tramping about my back yard all the time. This is the end of ... | Ántonia was standing there, angry and excited. Young Harry Paine, who was to marry his employer’s daughter on Monday, had come to the tent with a crowd of friends and danced all evening. Afterward, he begged Ántonia to let him walk home with her. She said she supposed he was a nice young man, as he was one of Miss Fran... | the lighted tent came into view she would break into a run, like a boy. There were always partners waiting for her; she began to dance before she got her breath. Ántonia’s success at the tent had its consequences. The iceman lingered too long now, when he came into the covered porch to fill the refrigerator. The delive... | him. He reminded me of Ole Benson, who used to sit on the draw-side and watch Lena herd her cattle. Later in the summer, when Lena went home for a week to visit her mother, I heard from Ántonia that young Lovett drove all the way out there to see her, and took her buggy-riding. In my ingenuousness I hoped that Sylveste... | delivery boys hung about the kitchen when they brought the groceries. Young farmers who were in town for Saturday came tramping through the yard to the back door to engage dances, or to invite Tony to parties and picnics. Lena and Norwegian Anna dropped in to help her with her work, so that she could get away early. Th... | My Antonia |
she panted. | No speaker | “Stop going to the tent?”<|quote|>she panted.</|quote|>“I would n’t think of | found her agitated but determined. “Stop going to the tent?”<|quote|>she panted.</|quote|>“I would n’t think of it for a minute! My | This is the end of it, to-night. It stops, short. You can quit going to these dances, or you can hunt another place. Think it over.” The next morning when Mrs. Harling and Frances tried to reason with Ántonia, they found her agitated but determined. “Stop going to the tent?”<|quote|>she panted.</|quote|>“I would n’t th... | his beer bottles down on the table. “This is what I’ve been expecting, Ántonia. You’ve been going with girls who have a reputation for being free and easy, and now you’ve got the same reputation. I won’t have this and that fellow tramping about my back yard all the time. This is the end of it, to-night. It stops, short... | and excited. Young Harry Paine, who was to marry his employer’s daughter on Monday, had come to the tent with a crowd of friends and danced all evening. Afterward, he begged Ántonia to let him walk home with her. She said she supposed he was a nice young man, as he was one of Miss Frances’s friends, and she did n’t min... | view she would break into a run, like a boy. There were always partners waiting for her; she began to dance before she got her breath. Ántonia’s success at the tent had its consequences. The iceman lingered too long now, when he came into the covered porch to fill the refrigerator. The delivery boys hung about the kitc... | Ole Benson, who used to sit on the draw-side and watch Lena herd her cattle. Later in the summer, when Lena went home for a week to visit her mother, I heard from Ántonia that young Lovett drove all the way out there to see her, and took her buggy-riding. In my ingenuousness I hoped that Sylvester would marry Lena, and... | engage dances, or to invite Tony to parties and picnics. Lena and Norwegian Anna dropped in to help her with her work, so that she could get away early. The boys who brought her home after the dances sometimes laughed at the back gate and wakened Mr. Harling from his first sleep. A crisis was inevitable. One Saturday n... | My Antonia |
“I would n’t think of it for a minute! My own father could n’t make me stop! Mr. Harling ain’t my boss outside my work. I won’t give up my friends, either. The boys I go with are nice fellows. I thought Mr. Paine was all right, too, because he used to come here. I guess I gave him a red face for his wedding, all right!... | Antonia | to the tent?” she panted.<|quote|>“I would n’t think of it for a minute! My own father could n’t make me stop! Mr. Harling ain’t my boss outside my work. I won’t give up my friends, either. The boys I go with are nice fellows. I thought Mr. Paine was all right, too, because he used to come here. I guess I gave him a re... | agitated but determined. “Stop going to the tent?” she panted.<|quote|>“I would n’t think of it for a minute! My own father could n’t make me stop! Mr. Harling ain’t my boss outside my work. I won’t give up my friends, either. The boys I go with are nice fellows. I thought Mr. Paine was all right, too, because he used ... | the end of it, to-night. It stops, short. You can quit going to these dances, or you can hunt another place. Think it over.” The next morning when Mrs. Harling and Frances tried to reason with Ántonia, they found her agitated but determined. “Stop going to the tent?” she panted.<|quote|>“I would n’t think of it for a m... | bottles down on the table. “This is what I’ve been expecting, Ántonia. You’ve been going with girls who have a reputation for being free and easy, and now you’ve got the same reputation. I won’t have this and that fellow tramping about my back yard all the time. This is the end of it, to-night. It stops, short. You can... | Young Harry Paine, who was to marry his employer’s daughter on Monday, had come to the tent with a crowd of friends and danced all evening. Afterward, he begged Ántonia to let him walk home with her. She said she supposed he was a nice young man, as he was one of Miss Frances’s friends, and she did n’t mind. On the bac... | would break into a run, like a boy. There were always partners waiting for her; she began to dance before she got her breath. Ántonia’s success at the tent had its consequences. The iceman lingered too long now, when he came into the covered porch to fill the refrigerator. The delivery boys hung about the kitchen when ... | who used to sit on the draw-side and watch Lena herd her cattle. Later in the summer, when Lena went home for a week to visit her mother, I heard from Ántonia that young Lovett drove all the way out there to see her, and took her buggy-riding. In my ingenuousness I hoped that Sylvester would marry Lena, and thus give a... | to joke with each other about “the Harlings’ Tony” as they did about “the Marshalls’ Anna” or “the Gardeners’ Tiny.” Ántonia talked and thought of nothing but the tent. She hummed the dance tunes all day. When supper was late, she hurried with her dishes, dropped and smashed them in her excitement. At the first call of... | My Antonia |
she blazed out indignantly. | No speaker | for his wedding, all right!”<|quote|>she blazed out indignantly.</|quote|>“You’ll have to do one | gave him a red face for his wedding, all right!”<|quote|>she blazed out indignantly.</|quote|>“You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,” | Mr. Harling ain’t my boss outside my work. I won’t give up my friends, either. The boys I go with are nice fellows. I thought Mr. Paine was all right, too, because he used to come here. I guess I gave him a red face for his wedding, all right!”<|quote|>she blazed out indignantly.</|quote|>“You’ll have to do one thing o... | can hunt another place. Think it over.” The next morning when Mrs. Harling and Frances tried to reason with Ántonia, they found her agitated but determined. “Stop going to the tent?” she panted. “I would n’t think of it for a minute! My own father could n’t make me stop! Mr. Harling ain’t my boss outside my work. I won... | kiss her, and when she protested,—because he was going to be married on Monday,—he caught her and kissed her until she got one hand free and slapped him. Mr. Harling put his beer bottles down on the table. “This is what I’ve been expecting, Ántonia. You’ve been going with girls who have a reputation for being free and ... | for Saturday came tramping through the yard to the back door to engage dances, or to invite Tony to parties and picnics. Lena and Norwegian Anna dropped in to help her with her work, so that she could get away early. The boys who brought her home after the dances sometimes laughed at the back gate and wakened Mr. Harli... | position in the town. Sylvester dallied about Lena until he began to make mistakes in his work; had to stay at the bank until after dark to make his books balance. He was daft about her, and every one knew it. To escape from his predicament he ran away with a widow six years older than himself, who owned a half-section... | of nothing but the tent. She hummed the dance tunes all day. When supper was late, she hurried with her dishes, dropped and smashed them in her excitement. At the first call of the music, she became irresponsible. If she had n’t time to dress, she merely flung off her apron and shot out of the kitchen door. Sometimes I... | My Antonia |
“You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,” | Mrs. Harling | right!” she blazed out indignantly.<|quote|>“You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,”</|quote|>Mrs. Harling told her decidedly. | face for his wedding, all right!” she blazed out indignantly.<|quote|>“You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,”</|quote|>Mrs. Harling told her decidedly. “I can’t go back on | boss outside my work. I won’t give up my friends, either. The boys I go with are nice fellows. I thought Mr. Paine was all right, too, because he used to come here. I guess I gave him a red face for his wedding, all right!” she blazed out indignantly.<|quote|>“You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,”</|quote... | Think it over.” The next morning when Mrs. Harling and Frances tried to reason with Ántonia, they found her agitated but determined. “Stop going to the tent?” she panted. “I would n’t think of it for a minute! My own father could n’t make me stop! Mr. Harling ain’t my boss outside my work. I won’t give up my friends, e... | she protested,—because he was going to be married on Monday,—he caught her and kissed her until she got one hand free and slapped him. Mr. Harling put his beer bottles down on the table. “This is what I’ve been expecting, Ántonia. You’ve been going with girls who have a reputation for being free and easy, and now you’v... | through the yard to the back door to engage dances, or to invite Tony to parties and picnics. Lena and Norwegian Anna dropped in to help her with her work, so that she could get away early. The boys who brought her home after the dances sometimes laughed at the back gate and wakened Mr. Harling from his first sleep. A ... | Sylvester dallied about Lena until he began to make mistakes in his work; had to stay at the bank until after dark to make his books balance. He was daft about her, and every one knew it. To escape from his predicament he ran away with a widow six years older than himself, who owned a half-section. This remedy worked, ... | but the tent. She hummed the dance tunes all day. When supper was late, she hurried with her dishes, dropped and smashed them in her excitement. At the first call of the music, she became irresponsible. If she had n’t time to dress, she merely flung off her apron and shot out of the kitchen door. Sometimes I went with ... | My Antonia |
Mrs. Harling told her decidedly. | No speaker | thing or the other, Ántonia,”<|quote|>Mrs. Harling told her decidedly.</|quote|>“I can’t go back on | “You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,”<|quote|>Mrs. Harling told her decidedly.</|quote|>“I can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said. | either. The boys I go with are nice fellows. I thought Mr. Paine was all right, too, because he used to come here. I guess I gave him a red face for his wedding, all right!” she blazed out indignantly. “You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,”<|quote|>Mrs. Harling told her decidedly.</|quote|>“I can’t go bac... | Frances tried to reason with Ántonia, they found her agitated but determined. “Stop going to the tent?” she panted. “I would n’t think of it for a minute! My own father could n’t make me stop! Mr. Harling ain’t my boss outside my work. I won’t give up my friends, either. The boys I go with are nice fellows. I thought M... | caught her and kissed her until she got one hand free and slapped him. Mr. Harling put his beer bottles down on the table. “This is what I’ve been expecting, Ántonia. You’ve been going with girls who have a reputation for being free and easy, and now you’ve got the same reputation. I won’t have this and that fellow tra... | or to invite Tony to parties and picnics. Lena and Norwegian Anna dropped in to help her with her work, so that she could get away early. The boys who brought her home after the dances sometimes laughed at the back gate and wakened Mr. Harling from his first sleep. A crisis was inevitable. One Saturday night Mr. Harlin... | in his work; had to stay at the bank until after dark to make his books balance. He was daft about her, and every one knew it. To escape from his predicament he ran away with a widow six years older than himself, who owned a half-section. This remedy worked, apparently. He never looked at Lena again, nor lifted his eye... | protested,—because he was going to be married on Monday,—he caught her and kissed her until she got one hand free and slapped him. Mr. Harling put his beer bottles down on the table. “This is what I’ve been expecting, Ántonia. You’ve been going with girls who have a reputation for being free and easy, and now you’ve go... | My Antonia |
“I can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.” | Mrs. Harling | Mrs. Harling told her decidedly.<|quote|>“I can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.”</|quote|>“Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. | thing or the other, Ántonia,” Mrs. Harling told her decidedly.<|quote|>“I can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.”</|quote|>“Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harling. Lena’s been wanting me | with are nice fellows. I thought Mr. Paine was all right, too, because he used to come here. I guess I gave him a red face for his wedding, all right!” she blazed out indignantly. “You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,” Mrs. Harling told her decidedly.<|quote|>“I can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said.... | Ántonia, they found her agitated but determined. “Stop going to the tent?” she panted. “I would n’t think of it for a minute! My own father could n’t make me stop! Mr. Harling ain’t my boss outside my work. I won’t give up my friends, either. The boys I go with are nice fellows. I thought Mr. Paine was all right, too, ... | until she got one hand free and slapped him. Mr. Harling put his beer bottles down on the table. “This is what I’ve been expecting, Ántonia. You’ve been going with girls who have a reputation for being free and easy, and now you’ve got the same reputation. I won’t have this and that fellow tramping about my back yard a... | parties and picnics. Lena and Norwegian Anna dropped in to help her with her work, so that she could get away early. The boys who brought her home after the dances sometimes laughed at the back gate and wakened Mr. Harling from his first sleep. A crisis was inevitable. One Saturday night Mr. Harling had gone down to th... | stay at the bank until after dark to make his books balance. He was daft about her, and every one knew it. To escape from his predicament he ran away with a widow six years older than himself, who owned a half-section. This remedy worked, apparently. He never looked at Lena again, nor lifted his eyes as he ceremoniousl... | full with that girl. The young men began to joke with each other about “the Harlings’ Tony” as they did about “the Marshalls’ Anna” or “the Gardeners’ Tiny.” Ántonia talked and thought of nothing but the tent. She hummed the dance tunes all day. When supper was late, she hurried with her dishes, dropped and smashed the... | My Antonia |
“Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harling. Lena’s been wanting me to get a place closer to her for a long while. Mary Svoboda’s going away from the Cutters’ to work at the hotel, and I can have her place.” | Antonia | said. This is his house.”<|quote|>“Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harling. Lena’s been wanting me to get a place closer to her for a long while. Mary Svoboda’s going away from the Cutters’ to work at the hotel, and I can have her place.”</|quote|>Mrs. Harling rose from her | on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.”<|quote|>“Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harling. Lena’s been wanting me to get a place closer to her for a long while. Mary Svoboda’s going away from the Cutters’ to work at the hotel, and I can have her place.”</|quote|>Mrs. Harling rose from her chair. “Ántonia, if you go | used to come here. I guess I gave him a red face for his wedding, all right!” she blazed out indignantly. “You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,” Mrs. Harling told her decidedly. “I can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.”<|quote|>“Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harling. Lena’s been want... | “I would n’t think of it for a minute! My own father could n’t make me stop! Mr. Harling ain’t my boss outside my work. I won’t give up my friends, either. The boys I go with are nice fellows. I thought Mr. Paine was all right, too, because he used to come here. I guess I gave him a red face for his wedding, all right!... | bottles down on the table. “This is what I’ve been expecting, Ántonia. You’ve been going with girls who have a reputation for being free and easy, and now you’ve got the same reputation. I won’t have this and that fellow tramping about my back yard all the time. This is the end of it, to-night. It stops, short. You can... | work, so that she could get away early. The boys who brought her home after the dances sometimes laughed at the back gate and wakened Mr. Harling from his first sleep. A crisis was inevitable. One Saturday night Mr. Harling had gone down to the cellar for beer. As he came up the stairs in the dark, he heard scuffling o... | daft about her, and every one knew it. To escape from his predicament he ran away with a widow six years older than himself, who owned a half-section. This remedy worked, apparently. He never looked at Lena again, nor lifted his eyes as he ceremoniously tipped his hat when he happened to meet her on the sidewalk. So th... | flung off her apron and shot out of the kitchen door. Sometimes I went with her; the moment the lighted tent came into view she would break into a run, like a boy. There were always partners waiting for her; she began to dance before she got her breath. Ántonia’s success at the tent had its consequences. The iceman lin... | My Antonia |
Mrs. Harling rose from her chair. | No speaker | I can have her place.”<|quote|>Mrs. Harling rose from her chair.</|quote|>“Ántonia, if you go to | work at the hotel, and I can have her place.”<|quote|>Mrs. Harling rose from her chair.</|quote|>“Ántonia, if you go to the Cutters to work, you | back on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.” “Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harling. Lena’s been wanting me to get a place closer to her for a long while. Mary Svoboda’s going away from the Cutters’ to work at the hotel, and I can have her place.”<|quote|>Mrs. Harling rose from her chair.</|quote|>“Ántonia, if y... | fellows. I thought Mr. Paine was all right, too, because he used to come here. I guess I gave him a red face for his wedding, all right!” she blazed out indignantly. “You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,” Mrs. Harling told her decidedly. “I can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.” “... | fellow tramping about my back yard all the time. This is the end of it, to-night. It stops, short. You can quit going to these dances, or you can hunt another place. Think it over.” The next morning when Mrs. Harling and Frances tried to reason with Ántonia, they found her agitated but determined. “Stop going to the te... | Harling had gone down to the cellar for beer. As he came up the stairs in the dark, he heard scuffling on the back porch, and then the sound of a vigorous slap. He looked out through the side door in time to see a pair of long legs vaulting over the picket fence. Ántonia was standing there, angry and excited. Young Har... | lifted his eyes as he ceremoniously tipped his hat when he happened to meet her on the sidewalk. So that was what they were like, I thought, these white-handed, high-collared clerks and bookkeepers! I used to glare at young Lovett from a distance and only wished I had some way of showing my contempt for him. X IT was a... | all evening. Afterward, he begged Ántonia to let him walk home with her. She said she supposed he was a nice young man, as he was one of Miss Frances’s friends, and she did n’t mind. On the back porch he tried to kiss her, and when she protested,—because he was going to be married on Monday,—he caught her and kissed he... | My Antonia |
“Ántonia, if you go to the Cutters to work, you cannot come back to this house again. You know what that man is. It will be the ruin of you.” | Mrs. Harling | Harling rose from her chair.<|quote|>“Ántonia, if you go to the Cutters to work, you cannot come back to this house again. You know what that man is. It will be the ruin of you.”</|quote|>Tony snatched up the tea-kettle | can have her place.” Mrs. Harling rose from her chair.<|quote|>“Ántonia, if you go to the Cutters to work, you cannot come back to this house again. You know what that man is. It will be the ruin of you.”</|quote|>Tony snatched up the tea-kettle and began to pour boiling | said. This is his house.” “Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harling. Lena’s been wanting me to get a place closer to her for a long while. Mary Svoboda’s going away from the Cutters’ to work at the hotel, and I can have her place.” Mrs. Harling rose from her chair.<|quote|>“Ántonia, if you go to the Cutters to work, you cann... | all right, too, because he used to come here. I guess I gave him a red face for his wedding, all right!” she blazed out indignantly. “You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,” Mrs. Harling told her decidedly. “I can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.” “Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harlin... | all the time. This is the end of it, to-night. It stops, short. You can quit going to these dances, or you can hunt another place. Think it over.” The next morning when Mrs. Harling and Frances tried to reason with Ántonia, they found her agitated but determined. “Stop going to the tent?” she panted. “I would n’t think... | cellar for beer. As he came up the stairs in the dark, he heard scuffling on the back porch, and then the sound of a vigorous slap. He looked out through the side door in time to see a pair of long legs vaulting over the picket fence. Ántonia was standing there, angry and excited. Young Harry Paine, who was to marry hi... | tipped his hat when he happened to meet her on the sidewalk. So that was what they were like, I thought, these white-handed, high-collared clerks and bookkeepers! I used to glare at young Lovett from a distance and only wished I had some way of showing my contempt for him. X IT was at the Vannis’ tent that Ántonia was ... | dress, she merely flung off her apron and shot out of the kitchen door. Sometimes I went with her; the moment the lighted tent came into view she would break into a run, like a boy. There were always partners waiting for her; she began to dance before she got her breath. Ántonia’s success at the tent had its consequenc... | My Antonia |
Tony snatched up the tea-kettle and began to pour boiling water over the glasses, laughing excitedly. | No speaker | be the ruin of you.”<|quote|>Tony snatched up the tea-kettle and began to pour boiling water over the glasses, laughing excitedly.</|quote|>“Oh, I can take care | that man is. It will be the ruin of you.”<|quote|>Tony snatched up the tea-kettle and began to pour boiling water over the glasses, laughing excitedly.</|quote|>“Oh, I can take care of myself! I’m a lot | from the Cutters’ to work at the hotel, and I can have her place.” Mrs. Harling rose from her chair. “Ántonia, if you go to the Cutters to work, you cannot come back to this house again. You know what that man is. It will be the ruin of you.”<|quote|>Tony snatched up the tea-kettle and began to pour boiling water over ... | one thing or the other, Ántonia,” Mrs. Harling told her decidedly. “I can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.” “Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harling. Lena’s been wanting me to get a place closer to her for a long while. Mary Svoboda’s going away from the Cutters’ to work at the hotel, and I can hav... | next morning when Mrs. Harling and Frances tried to reason with Ántonia, they found her agitated but determined. “Stop going to the tent?” she panted. “I would n’t think of it for a minute! My own father could n’t make me stop! Mr. Harling ain’t my boss outside my work. I won’t give up my friends, either. The boys I go... | through the side door in time to see a pair of long legs vaulting over the picket fence. Ántonia was standing there, angry and excited. Young Harry Paine, who was to marry his employer’s daughter on Monday, had come to the tent with a crowd of friends and danced all evening. Afterward, he begged Ántonia to let him walk... | glare at young Lovett from a distance and only wished I had some way of showing my contempt for him. X IT was at the Vannis’ tent that Ántonia was discovered. Hitherto she had been looked upon more as a ward of the Harlings than as one of the “hired girls.” She had lived in their house and yard and garden; her thoughts... | him. Mr. Harling put his beer bottles down on the table. “This is what I’ve been expecting, Ántonia. You’ve been going with girls who have a reputation for being free and easy, and now you’ve got the same reputation. I won’t have this and that fellow tramping about my back yard all the time. This is the end of it, to-n... | My Antonia |
“Oh, I can take care of myself! I’m a lot stronger than Cutter is. They pay four dollars there, and there’s no children. The work’s nothing; I can have every evening, and be out a lot in the afternoons.” | Antonia | over the glasses, laughing excitedly.<|quote|>“Oh, I can take care of myself! I’m a lot stronger than Cutter is. They pay four dollars there, and there’s no children. The work’s nothing; I can have every evening, and be out a lot in the afternoons.”</|quote|>“I thought you liked children. | began to pour boiling water over the glasses, laughing excitedly.<|quote|>“Oh, I can take care of myself! I’m a lot stronger than Cutter is. They pay four dollars there, and there’s no children. The work’s nothing; I can have every evening, and be out a lot in the afternoons.”</|quote|>“I thought you liked children. To... | rose from her chair. “Ántonia, if you go to the Cutters to work, you cannot come back to this house again. You know what that man is. It will be the ruin of you.” Tony snatched up the tea-kettle and began to pour boiling water over the glasses, laughing excitedly.<|quote|>“Oh, I can take care of myself! I’m a lot stron... | what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.” “Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harling. Lena’s been wanting me to get a place closer to her for a long while. Mary Svoboda’s going away from the Cutters’ to work at the hotel, and I can have her place.” Mrs. Harling rose from her chair. “Ántonia, if you go to the Cutters to w... | but determined. “Stop going to the tent?” she panted. “I would n’t think of it for a minute! My own father could n’t make me stop! Mr. Harling ain’t my boss outside my work. I won’t give up my friends, either. The boys I go with are nice fellows. I thought Mr. Paine was all right, too, because he used to come here. I g... | picket fence. Ántonia was standing there, angry and excited. Young Harry Paine, who was to marry his employer’s daughter on Monday, had come to the tent with a crowd of friends and danced all evening. Afterward, he begged Ántonia to let him walk home with her. She said she supposed he was a nice young man, as he was on... | my contempt for him. X IT was at the Vannis’ tent that Ántonia was discovered. Hitherto she had been looked upon more as a ward of the Harlings than as one of the “hired girls.” She had lived in their house and yard and garden; her thoughts never seemed to stray outside that little kingdom. But after the tent came to t... | she did n’t mind. On the back porch he tried to kiss her, and when she protested,—because he was going to be married on Monday,—he caught her and kissed her until she got one hand free and slapped him. Mr. Harling put his beer bottles down on the table. “This is what I’ve been expecting, Ántonia. You’ve been going with... | My Antonia |
“I thought you liked children. Tony, what’s come over you?” | Mrs. Harling | a lot in the afternoons.”<|quote|>“I thought you liked children. Tony, what’s come over you?”</|quote|>“I don’t know, something has.” | every evening, and be out a lot in the afternoons.”<|quote|>“I thought you liked children. Tony, what’s come over you?”</|quote|>“I don’t know, something has.” Ántonia tossed her head and | and began to pour boiling water over the glasses, laughing excitedly. “Oh, I can take care of myself! I’m a lot stronger than Cutter is. They pay four dollars there, and there’s no children. The work’s nothing; I can have every evening, and be out a lot in the afternoons.”<|quote|>“I thought you liked children. Tony, w... | at the hotel, and I can have her place.” Mrs. Harling rose from her chair. “Ántonia, if you go to the Cutters to work, you cannot come back to this house again. You know what that man is. It will be the ruin of you.” Tony snatched up the tea-kettle and began to pour boiling water over the glasses, laughing excitedly. “... | friends, either. The boys I go with are nice fellows. I thought Mr. Paine was all right, too, because he used to come here. I guess I gave him a red face for his wedding, all right!” she blazed out indignantly. “You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,” Mrs. Harling told her decidedly. “I can’t go back on wha... | to let him walk home with her. She said she supposed he was a nice young man, as he was one of Miss Frances’s friends, and she did n’t mind. On the back porch he tried to kiss her, and when she protested,—because he was going to be married on Monday,—he caught her and kissed her until she got one hand free and slapped ... | their house and yard and garden; her thoughts never seemed to stray outside that little kingdom. But after the tent came to town she began to go about with Tiny and Lena and their friends. The Vannis often said that Ántonia was the best dancer of them all. I sometimes heard murmurs in the crowd outside the pavilion tha... | the back gate and wakened Mr. Harling from his first sleep. A crisis was inevitable. One Saturday night Mr. Harling had gone down to the cellar for beer. As he came up the stairs in the dark, he heard scuffling on the back porch, and then the sound of a vigorous slap. He looked out through the side door in time to see ... | My Antonia |
“I don’t know, something has.” | Antonia | Tony, what’s come over you?”<|quote|>“I don’t know, something has.”</|quote|>Ántonia tossed her head and | “I thought you liked children. Tony, what’s come over you?”<|quote|>“I don’t know, something has.”</|quote|>Ántonia tossed her head and set her jaw. “A girl | excitedly. “Oh, I can take care of myself! I’m a lot stronger than Cutter is. They pay four dollars there, and there’s no children. The work’s nothing; I can have every evening, and be out a lot in the afternoons.” “I thought you liked children. Tony, what’s come over you?”<|quote|>“I don’t know, something has.”</|quot... | Harling rose from her chair. “Ántonia, if you go to the Cutters to work, you cannot come back to this house again. You know what that man is. It will be the ruin of you.” Tony snatched up the tea-kettle and began to pour boiling water over the glasses, laughing excitedly. “Oh, I can take care of myself! I’m a lot stron... | I thought Mr. Paine was all right, too, because he used to come here. I guess I gave him a red face for his wedding, all right!” she blazed out indignantly. “You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,” Mrs. Harling told her decidedly. “I can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.” “Then I’ll... | supposed he was a nice young man, as he was one of Miss Frances’s friends, and she did n’t mind. On the back porch he tried to kiss her, and when she protested,—because he was going to be married on Monday,—he caught her and kissed her until she got one hand free and slapped him. Mr. Harling put his beer bottles down o... | to stray outside that little kingdom. But after the tent came to town she began to go about with Tiny and Lena and their friends. The Vannis often said that Ántonia was the best dancer of them all. I sometimes heard murmurs in the crowd outside the pavilion that Mrs. Harling would soon have her hands full with that gir... | Saturday night Mr. Harling had gone down to the cellar for beer. As he came up the stairs in the dark, he heard scuffling on the back porch, and then the sound of a vigorous slap. He looked out through the side door in time to see a pair of long legs vaulting over the picket fence. Ántonia was standing there, angry and... | My Antonia |
Ántonia tossed her head and set her jaw. | No speaker | “I don’t know, something has.”<|quote|>Ántonia tossed her head and set her jaw.</|quote|>“A girl like me has | Tony, what’s come over you?” “I don’t know, something has.”<|quote|>Ántonia tossed her head and set her jaw.</|quote|>“A girl like me has got to take her good | care of myself! I’m a lot stronger than Cutter is. They pay four dollars there, and there’s no children. The work’s nothing; I can have every evening, and be out a lot in the afternoons.” “I thought you liked children. Tony, what’s come over you?” “I don’t know, something has.”<|quote|>Ántonia tossed her head and set h... | “Ántonia, if you go to the Cutters to work, you cannot come back to this house again. You know what that man is. It will be the ruin of you.” Tony snatched up the tea-kettle and began to pour boiling water over the glasses, laughing excitedly. “Oh, I can take care of myself! I’m a lot stronger than Cutter is. They pay ... | all right, too, because he used to come here. I guess I gave him a red face for his wedding, all right!” she blazed out indignantly. “You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,” Mrs. Harling told her decidedly. “I can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.” “Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harlin... | young man, as he was one of Miss Frances’s friends, and she did n’t mind. On the back porch he tried to kiss her, and when she protested,—because he was going to be married on Monday,—he caught her and kissed her until she got one hand free and slapped him. Mr. Harling put his beer bottles down on the table. “This is w... | kingdom. But after the tent came to town she began to go about with Tiny and Lena and their friends. The Vannis often said that Ántonia was the best dancer of them all. I sometimes heard murmurs in the crowd outside the pavilion that Mrs. Harling would soon have her hands full with that girl. The young men began to jok... | brought her home after the dances sometimes laughed at the back gate and wakened Mr. Harling from his first sleep. A crisis was inevitable. One Saturday night Mr. Harling had gone down to the cellar for beer. As he came up the stairs in the dark, he heard scuffling on the back porch, and then the sound of a vigorous sl... | My Antonia |
“A girl like me has got to take her good times when she can. Maybe there won’t be any tent next year. I guess I want to have my fling, like the other girls.” | Antonia | head and set her jaw.<|quote|>“A girl like me has got to take her good times when she can. Maybe there won’t be any tent next year. I guess I want to have my fling, like the other girls.”</|quote|>Mrs. Harling gave a short, | something has.” Ántonia tossed her head and set her jaw.<|quote|>“A girl like me has got to take her good times when she can. Maybe there won’t be any tent next year. I guess I want to have my fling, like the other girls.”</|quote|>Mrs. Harling gave a short, harsh laugh. “If you go | Cutter is. They pay four dollars there, and there’s no children. The work’s nothing; I can have every evening, and be out a lot in the afternoons.” “I thought you liked children. Tony, what’s come over you?” “I don’t know, something has.” Ántonia tossed her head and set her jaw.<|quote|>“A girl like me has got to take ... | work, you cannot come back to this house again. You know what that man is. It will be the ruin of you.” Tony snatched up the tea-kettle and began to pour boiling water over the glasses, laughing excitedly. “Oh, I can take care of myself! I’m a lot stronger than Cutter is. They pay four dollars there, and there’s no chi... | here. I guess I gave him a red face for his wedding, all right!” she blazed out indignantly. “You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,” Mrs. Harling told her decidedly. “I can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.” “Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harling. Lena’s been wanting me to get a place... | Frances’s friends, and she did n’t mind. On the back porch he tried to kiss her, and when she protested,—because he was going to be married on Monday,—he caught her and kissed her until she got one hand free and slapped him. Mr. Harling put his beer bottles down on the table. “This is what I’ve been expecting, Ántonia.... | she began to go about with Tiny and Lena and their friends. The Vannis often said that Ántonia was the best dancer of them all. I sometimes heard murmurs in the crowd outside the pavilion that Mrs. Harling would soon have her hands full with that girl. The young men began to joke with each other about “the Harlings’ To... | dark, he heard scuffling on the back porch, and then the sound of a vigorous slap. He looked out through the side door in time to see a pair of long legs vaulting over the picket fence. Ántonia was standing there, angry and excited. Young Harry Paine, who was to marry his employer’s daughter on Monday, had come to the ... | My Antonia |
Mrs. Harling gave a short, harsh laugh. | No speaker | fling, like the other girls.”<|quote|>Mrs. Harling gave a short, harsh laugh.</|quote|>“If you go to work | I want to have my fling, like the other girls.”<|quote|>Mrs. Harling gave a short, harsh laugh.</|quote|>“If you go to work for the Cutters, you’re likely | come over you?” “I don’t know, something has.” Ántonia tossed her head and set her jaw. “A girl like me has got to take her good times when she can. Maybe there won’t be any tent next year. I guess I want to have my fling, like the other girls.”<|quote|>Mrs. Harling gave a short, harsh laugh.</|quote|>“If you go to wor... | the glasses, laughing excitedly. “Oh, I can take care of myself! I’m a lot stronger than Cutter is. They pay four dollars there, and there’s no children. The work’s nothing; I can have every evening, and be out a lot in the afternoons.” “I thought you liked children. Tony, what’s come over you?” “I don’t know, somethin... | can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.” “Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harling. Lena’s been wanting me to get a place closer to her for a long while. Mary Svoboda’s going away from the Cutters’ to work at the hotel, and I can have her place.” Mrs. Harling rose from her chair. “Ántonia, if you go to... | she got one hand free and slapped him. Mr. Harling put his beer bottles down on the table. “This is what I’ve been expecting, Ántonia. You’ve been going with girls who have a reputation for being free and easy, and now you’ve got the same reputation. I won’t have this and that fellow tramping about my back yard all the... | pavilion that Mrs. Harling would soon have her hands full with that girl. The young men began to joke with each other about “the Harlings’ Tony” as they did about “the Marshalls’ Anna” or “the Gardeners’ Tiny.” Ántonia talked and thought of nothing but the tent. She hummed the dance tunes all day. When supper was late,... | up my friends, either. The boys I go with are nice fellows. I thought Mr. Paine was all right, too, because he used to come here. I guess I gave him a red face for his wedding, all right!” she blazed out indignantly. “You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,” Mrs. Harling told her decidedly. “I can’t go back ... | My Antonia |
“If you go to work for the Cutters, you’re likely to have a fling that you won’t get up from in a hurry.” | Mrs. Harling | gave a short, harsh laugh.<|quote|>“If you go to work for the Cutters, you’re likely to have a fling that you won’t get up from in a hurry.”</|quote|>Frances said, when she told | the other girls.” Mrs. Harling gave a short, harsh laugh.<|quote|>“If you go to work for the Cutters, you’re likely to have a fling that you won’t get up from in a hurry.”</|quote|>Frances said, when she told grandmother and me about this | has.” Ántonia tossed her head and set her jaw. “A girl like me has got to take her good times when she can. Maybe there won’t be any tent next year. I guess I want to have my fling, like the other girls.” Mrs. Harling gave a short, harsh laugh.<|quote|>“If you go to work for the Cutters, you’re likely to have a fling t... | take care of myself! I’m a lot stronger than Cutter is. They pay four dollars there, and there’s no children. The work’s nothing; I can have every evening, and be out a lot in the afternoons.” “I thought you liked children. Tony, what’s come over you?” “I don’t know, something has.” Ántonia tossed her head and set her ... | has said. This is his house.” “Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harling. Lena’s been wanting me to get a place closer to her for a long while. Mary Svoboda’s going away from the Cutters’ to work at the hotel, and I can have her place.” Mrs. Harling rose from her chair. “Ántonia, if you go to the Cutters to work, you cannot c... | him. Mr. Harling put his beer bottles down on the table. “This is what I’ve been expecting, Ántonia. You’ve been going with girls who have a reputation for being free and easy, and now you’ve got the same reputation. I won’t have this and that fellow tramping about my back yard all the time. This is the end of it, to-n... | her hands full with that girl. The young men began to joke with each other about “the Harlings’ Tony” as they did about “the Marshalls’ Anna” or “the Gardeners’ Tiny.” Ántonia talked and thought of nothing but the tent. She hummed the dance tunes all day. When supper was late, she hurried with her dishes, dropped and s... | her decidedly. “I can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.” “Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harling. Lena’s been wanting me to get a place closer to her for a long while. Mary Svoboda’s going away from the Cutters’ to work at the hotel, and I can have her place.” Mrs. Harling rose from her chair. “Ánt... | My Antonia |
Frances said, when she told grandmother and me about this scene, that every pan and plate and cup on the shelves trembled when her mother walked out of the kitchen. Mrs. Harling declared bitterly that she wished she had never let herself get fond of Ántonia. XI WICK CUTTER was the money-lender who had fleeced poo... | No speaker | up from in a hurry.”<|quote|>Frances said, when she told grandmother and me about this scene, that every pan and plate and cup on the shelves trembled when her mother walked out of the kitchen. Mrs. Harling declared bitterly that she wished she had never let herself get fond of Ántonia. XI WICK CUTTER was the mon... | fling that you won’t get up from in a hurry.”<|quote|>Frances said, when she told grandmother and me about this scene, that every pan and plate and cup on the shelves trembled when her mother walked out of the kitchen. Mrs. Harling declared bitterly that she wished she had never let herself get fond of Ántonia. XI ... | Maybe there won’t be any tent next year. I guess I want to have my fling, like the other girls.” Mrs. Harling gave a short, harsh laugh. “If you go to work for the Cutters, you’re likely to have a fling that you won’t get up from in a hurry.”<|quote|>Frances said, when she told grandmother and me about this scene, that... | I can have every evening, and be out a lot in the afternoons.” “I thought you liked children. Tony, what’s come over you?” “I don’t know, something has.” Ántonia tossed her head and set her jaw. “A girl like me has got to take her good times when she can. Maybe there won’t be any tent next year. I guess I want to have ... | for a long while. Mary Svoboda’s going away from the Cutters’ to work at the hotel, and I can have her place.” Mrs. Harling rose from her chair. “Ántonia, if you go to the Cutters to work, you cannot come back to this house again. You know what that man is. It will be the ruin of you.” Tony snatched up the tea-kettle a... | who have a reputation for being free and easy, and now you’ve got the same reputation. I won’t have this and that fellow tramping about my back yard all the time. This is the end of it, to-night. It stops, short. You can quit going to these dances, or you can hunt another place. Think it over.” The next morning when Mr... | “the Marshalls’ Anna” or “the Gardeners’ Tiny.” Ántonia talked and thought of nothing but the tent. She hummed the dance tunes all day. When supper was late, she hurried with her dishes, dropped and smashed them in her excitement. At the first call of the music, she became irresponsible. If she had n’t time to dress, s... | from his first sleep. A crisis was inevitable. One Saturday night Mr. Harling had gone down to the cellar for beer. As he came up the stairs in the dark, he heard scuffling on the back porch, and then the sound of a vigorous slap. He looked out through the side door in time to see a pair of long legs vaulting over the ... | My Antonia |
as he said with a flourish of the hand. He came from a town in Iowa where there were a great many Swedes, and could speak a little Swedish, which gave him a great advantage with the early Scandinavian settlers. In every frontier settlement there are men who have come there to escape restraint. Cutter was one of the | No speaker | Protestant churches, “for sentiment’s sake,”<|quote|>as he said with a flourish of the hand. He came from a town in Iowa where there were a great many Swedes, and could speak a little Swedish, which gave him a great advantage with the early Scandinavian settlers. In every frontier settlement there are men who have com... | He contributed regularly to the Protestant churches, “for sentiment’s sake,”<|quote|>as he said with a flourish of the hand. He came from a town in Iowa where there were a great many Swedes, and could speak a little Swedish, which gave him a great advantage with the early Scandinavian settlers. In every frontier settl... | a farmer once got into the habit of going to Cutter, it was like gambling or the lottery; in an hour of discouragement he went back. Cutter’s first name was Wycliffe, and he liked to talk about his pious bringing-up. He contributed regularly to the Protestant churches, “for sentiment’s sake,”<|quote|>as he said with a ... | this scene, that every pan and plate and cup on the shelves trembled when her mother walked out of the kitchen. Mrs. Harling declared bitterly that she wished she had never let herself get fond of Ántonia. XI WICK CUTTER was the money-lender who had fleeced poor Russian Peter. When a farmer once got into the habit of g... | lot in the afternoons.” “I thought you liked children. Tony, what’s come over you?” “I don’t know, something has.” Ántonia tossed her head and set her jaw. “A girl like me has got to take her good times when she can. Maybe there won’t be any tent next year. I guess I want to have my fling, like the other girls.” Mrs. H... | won’t give up my friends, either. The boys I go with are nice fellows. I thought Mr. Paine was all right, too, because he used to come here. I guess I gave him a red face for his wedding, all right!” she blazed out indignantly. “You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,” Mrs. Harling told her decidedly. “I can... | at the tent had its consequences. The iceman lingered too long now, when he came into the covered porch to fill the refrigerator. The delivery boys hung about the kitchen when they brought the groceries. Young farmers who were in town for Saturday came tramping through the yard to the back door to engage dances, or to ... | and that fellow tramping about my back yard all the time. This is the end of it, to-night. It stops, short. You can quit going to these dances, or you can hunt another place. Think it over.” The next morning when Mrs. Harling and Frances tried to reason with Ántonia, they found her agitated but determined. “Stop going ... | My Antonia |
“fast set” | No speaker | Cutter was one of the<|quote|>“fast set”</|quote|>of Black Hawk business men. | come there to escape restraint. Cutter was one of the<|quote|>“fast set”</|quote|>of Black Hawk business men. He was an inveterate gambler, | He came from a town in Iowa where there were a great many Swedes, and could speak a little Swedish, which gave him a great advantage with the early Scandinavian settlers. In every frontier settlement there are men who have come there to escape restraint. Cutter was one of the<|quote|>“fast set”</|quote|>of Black Hawk b... | to Cutter, it was like gambling or the lottery; in an hour of discouragement he went back. Cutter’s first name was Wycliffe, and he liked to talk about his pious bringing-up. He contributed regularly to the Protestant churches, “for sentiment’s sake,” as he said with a flourish of the hand. He came from a town in Iowa ... | other girls.” Mrs. Harling gave a short, harsh laugh. “If you go to work for the Cutters, you’re likely to have a fling that you won’t get up from in a hurry.” Frances said, when she told grandmother and me about this scene, that every pan and plate and cup on the shelves trembled when her mother walked out of the kitc... | decidedly. “I can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.” “Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harling. Lena’s been wanting me to get a place closer to her for a long while. Mary Svoboda’s going away from the Cutters’ to work at the hotel, and I can have her place.” Mrs. Harling rose from her chair. “Ántonia... | to parties and picnics. Lena and Norwegian Anna dropped in to help her with her work, so that she could get away early. The boys who brought her home after the dances sometimes laughed at the back gate and wakened Mr. Harling from his first sleep. A crisis was inevitable. One Saturday night Mr. Harling had gone down to... | Mr. Harling put his beer bottles down on the table. “This is what I’ve been expecting, Ántonia. You’ve been going with girls who have a reputation for being free and easy, and now you’ve got the same reputation. I won’t have this and that fellow tramping about my back yard all the time. This is the end of it, to-night.... | My Antonia |
of Black Hawk business men. He was an inveterate gambler, though a poor loser. When we saw a light burning in his office late at night, we knew that a game of poker was going on. Cutter boasted that he never drank anything stronger than sherry, and he said he got his start in life by saving the money that other young m... | No speaker | one of the “fast set”<|quote|>of Black Hawk business men. He was an inveterate gambler, though a poor loser. When we saw a light burning in his office late at night, we knew that a game of poker was going on. Cutter boasted that he never drank anything stronger than sherry, and he said he got his start in life by savin... | to escape restraint. Cutter was one of the “fast set”<|quote|>of Black Hawk business men. He was an inveterate gambler, though a poor loser. When we saw a light burning in his office late at night, we knew that a game of poker was going on. Cutter boasted that he never drank anything stronger than sherry, and he said h... | from a town in Iowa where there were a great many Swedes, and could speak a little Swedish, which gave him a great advantage with the early Scandinavian settlers. In every frontier settlement there are men who have come there to escape restraint. Cutter was one of the “fast set”<|quote|>of Black Hawk business men. He w... | it was like gambling or the lottery; in an hour of discouragement he went back. Cutter’s first name was Wycliffe, and he liked to talk about his pious bringing-up. He contributed regularly to the Protestant churches, “for sentiment’s sake,” as he said with a flourish of the hand. He came from a town in Iowa where there... | Mrs. Harling gave a short, harsh laugh. “If you go to work for the Cutters, you’re likely to have a fling that you won’t get up from in a hurry.” Frances said, when she told grandmother and me about this scene, that every pan and plate and cup on the shelves trembled when her mother walked out of the kitchen. Mrs. Harl... | can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.” “Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harling. Lena’s been wanting me to get a place closer to her for a long while. Mary Svoboda’s going away from the Cutters’ to work at the hotel, and I can have her place.” Mrs. Harling rose from her chair. “Ántonia, if you go to... | and picnics. Lena and Norwegian Anna dropped in to help her with her work, so that she could get away early. The boys who brought her home after the dances sometimes laughed at the back gate and wakened Mr. Harling from his first sleep. A crisis was inevitable. One Saturday night Mr. Harling had gone down to the cellar... | Harling and Frances tried to reason with Ántonia, they found her agitated but determined. “Stop going to the tent?” she panted. “I would n’t think of it for a minute! My own father could n’t make me stop! Mr. Harling ain’t my boss outside my work. I won’t give up my friends, either. The boys I go with are nice fellows.... | My Antonia |
“Poor Richard’s Almanack” | No speaker | house on business, he quoted<|quote|>“Poor Richard’s Almanack”</|quote|>to me, and told me | When he came to our house on business, he quoted<|quote|>“Poor Richard’s Almanack”</|quote|>to me, and told me he was delighted to find | going on. Cutter boasted that he never drank anything stronger than sherry, and he said he got his start in life by saving the money that other young men spent for cigars. He was full of moral maxims for boys. When he came to our house on business, he quoted<|quote|>“Poor Richard’s Almanack”</|quote|>to me, and told me... | are men who have come there to escape restraint. Cutter was one of the “fast set” of Black Hawk business men. He was an inveterate gambler, though a poor loser. When we saw a light burning in his office late at night, we knew that a game of poker was going on. Cutter boasted that he never drank anything stronger than s... | fleeced poor Russian Peter. When a farmer once got into the habit of going to Cutter, it was like gambling or the lottery; in an hour of discouragement he went back. Cutter’s first name was Wycliffe, and he liked to talk about his pious bringing-up. He contributed regularly to the Protestant churches, “for sentiment’s ... | the ruin of you.” Tony snatched up the tea-kettle and began to pour boiling water over the glasses, laughing excitedly. “Oh, I can take care of myself! I’m a lot stronger than Cutter is. They pay four dollars there, and there’s no children. The work’s nothing; I can have every evening, and be out a lot in the afternoon... | slap. He looked out through the side door in time to see a pair of long legs vaulting over the picket fence. Ántonia was standing there, angry and excited. Young Harry Paine, who was to marry his employer’s daughter on Monday, had come to the tent with a crowd of friends and danced all evening. Afterward, he begged Ánt... | Cutter is. They pay four dollars there, and there’s no children. The work’s nothing; I can have every evening, and be out a lot in the afternoons.” “I thought you liked children. Tony, what’s come over you?” “I don’t know, something has.” Ántonia tossed her head and set her jaw. “A girl like me has got to take her good... | My Antonia |
to me, and told me he was delighted to find a town boy who could milk a cow. He was particularly affable to grandmother, and whenever they met he would begin at once to talk about | No speaker | he quoted “Poor Richard’s Almanack”<|quote|>to me, and told me he was delighted to find a town boy who could milk a cow. He was particularly affable to grandmother, and whenever they met he would begin at once to talk about</|quote|>“the good old times” and | to our house on business, he quoted “Poor Richard’s Almanack”<|quote|>to me, and told me he was delighted to find a town boy who could milk a cow. He was particularly affable to grandmother, and whenever they met he would begin at once to talk about</|quote|>“the good old times” and simple living. I detested his | boasted that he never drank anything stronger than sherry, and he said he got his start in life by saving the money that other young men spent for cigars. He was full of moral maxims for boys. When he came to our house on business, he quoted “Poor Richard’s Almanack”<|quote|>to me, and told me he was delighted to find ... | have come there to escape restraint. Cutter was one of the “fast set” of Black Hawk business men. He was an inveterate gambler, though a poor loser. When we saw a light burning in his office late at night, we knew that a game of poker was going on. Cutter boasted that he never drank anything stronger than sherry, and h... | Peter. When a farmer once got into the habit of going to Cutter, it was like gambling or the lottery; in an hour of discouragement he went back. Cutter’s first name was Wycliffe, and he liked to talk about his pious bringing-up. He contributed regularly to the Protestant churches, “for sentiment’s sake,” as he said wit... | you.” Tony snatched up the tea-kettle and began to pour boiling water over the glasses, laughing excitedly. “Oh, I can take care of myself! I’m a lot stronger than Cutter is. They pay four dollars there, and there’s no children. The work’s nothing; I can have every evening, and be out a lot in the afternoons.” “I thoug... | out through the side door in time to see a pair of long legs vaulting over the picket fence. Ántonia was standing there, angry and excited. Young Harry Paine, who was to marry his employer’s daughter on Monday, had come to the tent with a crowd of friends and danced all evening. Afterward, he begged Ántonia to let him ... | fling, like the other girls.” Mrs. Harling gave a short, harsh laugh. “If you go to work for the Cutters, you’re likely to have a fling that you won’t get up from in a hurry.” Frances said, when she told grandmother and me about this scene, that every pan and plate and cup on the shelves trembled when her mother walked... | My Antonia |
and simple living. I detested his pink, bald head, and his yellow whiskers, always soft and glistening. It was said he brushed them every night, as a woman does her hair. His white teeth looked factory-made. His skin was red and rough, as if from perpetual sunburn; he often went away to hot springs to take mud baths. H... | No speaker | about “the good old times”<|quote|>and simple living. I detested his pink, bald head, and his yellow whiskers, always soft and glistening. It was said he brushed them every night, as a woman does her hair. His white teeth looked factory-made. His skin was red and rough, as if from perpetual sunburn; he often went away ... | begin at once to talk about “the good old times”<|quote|>and simple living. I detested his pink, bald head, and his yellow whiskers, always soft and glistening. It was said he brushed them every night, as a woman does her hair. His white teeth looked factory-made. His skin was red and rough, as if from perpetual sunbur... | to our house on business, he quoted “Poor Richard’s Almanack” to me, and told me he was delighted to find a town boy who could milk a cow. He was particularly affable to grandmother, and whenever they met he would begin at once to talk about “the good old times”<|quote|>and simple living. I detested his pink, bald head... | knew that a game of poker was going on. Cutter boasted that he never drank anything stronger than sherry, and he said he got his start in life by saving the money that other young men spent for cigars. He was full of moral maxims for boys. When he came to our house on business, he quoted “Poor Richard’s Almanack” to me... | pious bringing-up. He contributed regularly to the Protestant churches, “for sentiment’s sake,” as he said with a flourish of the hand. He came from a town in Iowa where there were a great many Swedes, and could speak a little Swedish, which gave him a great advantage with the early Scandinavian settlers. In every fro... | The work’s nothing; I can have every evening, and be out a lot in the afternoons.” “I thought you liked children. Tony, what’s come over you?” “I don’t know, something has.” Ántonia tossed her head and set her jaw. “A girl like me has got to take her good times when she can. Maybe there won’t be any tent next year. I g... | to the tent with a crowd of friends and danced all evening. Afterward, he begged Ántonia to let him walk home with her. She said she supposed he was a nice young man, as he was one of Miss Frances’s friends, and she did n’t mind. On the back porch he tried to kiss her, and when she protested,—because he was going to be... | his wedding, all right!” she blazed out indignantly. “You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,” Mrs. Harling told her decidedly. “I can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.” “Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harling. Lena’s been wanting me to get a place closer to her for a long while. Mary Sv... | My Antonia |
No one could cut his lawn or wash his buggy to suit him. He was so fastidious and prim about his place that a boy would go to a good deal of trouble to throw a dead cat into his back yard, or to dump a sackful of tin cans in his alley. It was a peculiar combination of old-maidishness and licentiousness that made Cutter... | No speaker | “fix it up next time.”<|quote|>No one could cut his lawn or wash his buggy to suit him. He was so fastidious and prim about his place that a boy would go to a good deal of trouble to throw a dead cat into his back yard, or to dump a sackful of tin cans in his alley. It was a peculiar combination of old-maidishness and ... | had no change and would “fix it up next time.”<|quote|>No one could cut his lawn or wash his buggy to suit him. He was so fastidious and prim about his place that a boy would go to a good deal of trouble to throw a dead cat into his back yard, or to dump a sackful of tin cans in his alley. It was a peculiar combination... | trotting-buggy, wearing yellow gloves and a black-and-white-check traveling cap, his whiskers blowing back in the breeze. If there were any boys about, Cutter would offer one of them a quarter to hold the stop-watch, and then drive off, saying he had no change and would “fix it up next time.”<|quote|>No one could cut h... | buried in thick evergreens, with a fussy white fence and barn. Cutter thought he knew a great deal about horses, and usually had a colt which he was training for the track. On Sunday mornings one could see him out at the fair grounds, speeding around the race-course in his trotting-buggy, wearing yellow gloves and a bl... | His white teeth looked factory-made. His skin was red and rough, as if from perpetual sunburn; he often went away to hot springs to take mud baths. He was notoriously dissolute with women. Two Swedish girls who had lived in his house were the worse for the experience. One of them he had taken to Omaha and established i... | a great many Swedes, and could speak a little Swedish, which gave him a great advantage with the early Scandinavian settlers. In every frontier settlement there are men who have come there to escape restraint. Cutter was one of the “fast set” of Black Hawk business men. He was an inveterate gambler, though a poor loser... | all right, too, because he used to come here. I guess I gave him a red face for his wedding, all right!” she blazed out indignantly. “You’ll have to do one thing or the other, Ántonia,” Mrs. Harling told her decidedly. “I can’t go back on what Mr. Harling has said. This is his house.” “Then I’ll just leave, Mrs. Harlin... | back. Cutter’s first name was Wycliffe, and he liked to talk about his pious bringing-up. He contributed regularly to the Protestant churches, “for sentiment’s sake,” as he said with a flourish of the hand. He came from a town in Iowa where there were a great many Swedes, and could speak a little Swedish, which gave hi... | My Antonia |
They quarreled from the moment Cutter came into the house until they went to bed at night, and their hired girls reported these scenes to the town at large. Mrs. Cutter had several times cut paragraphs about unfaithful husbands out of the newspapers and mailed them to Cutter in a disguised handwriting. Cutter would com... | No speaker | all the Commandments—spare the finger-bowls!”<|quote|>They quarreled from the moment Cutter came into the house until they went to bed at night, and their hired girls reported these scenes to the town at large. Mrs. Cutter had several times cut paragraphs about unfaithful husbands out of the newspapers and mailed them ... | “Mr. Cutter, you have broken all the Commandments—spare the finger-bowls!”<|quote|>They quarreled from the moment Cutter came into the house until they went to bed at night, and their hired girls reported these scenes to the town at large. Mrs. Cutter had several times cut paragraphs about unfaithful husbands out of th... | covered with violets and lilies. Once when Cutter was exhibiting some of his wife’s china to a caller, he dropped a piece. Mrs. Cutter put her handkerchief to her lips as if she were going to faint and said grandly: “Mr. Cutter, you have broken all the Commandments—spare the finger-bowls!”<|quote|>They quarreled from t... | There was a gleam of something akin to insanity in her full, intense eyes. She was formal in manner, and made calls in rustling, steel-gray brocades and a tall bonnet with bristling aigrettes. Mrs. Cutter painted china so assiduously that even her washbowls and pitchers, and her husband’s shaving-mug, were covered with... | combination of old-maidishness and licentiousness that made Cutter seem so despicable. He had certainly met his match when he married Mrs. Cutter. She was a terrifying-looking person; almost a giantess in height, raw-boned, with iron-gray hair, a face always flushed, and prominent, hysterical eyes. When she meant to be... | established in the business for which he had fitted her. He still visited her. Cutter lived in a state of perpetual warfare with his wife, and yet, apparently, they never thought of separating. They dwelt in a fussy, scroll-work house, painted white and buried in thick evergreens, with a fussy white fence and barn. Cut... | you’re likely to have a fling that you won’t get up from in a hurry.” Frances said, when she told grandmother and me about this scene, that every pan and plate and cup on the shelves trembled when her mother walked out of the kitchen. Mrs. Harling declared bitterly that she wished she had never let herself get fond of ... | visited her. Cutter lived in a state of perpetual warfare with his wife, and yet, apparently, they never thought of separating. They dwelt in a fussy, scroll-work house, painted white and buried in thick evergreens, with a fussy white fence and barn. Cutter thought he knew a great deal about horses, and usually had a c... | My Antonia |
whom he detested. To this she would reply that unless he changed his mode of life, she would certainly outlive him. After listening to her insinuations about his physical soundness, Cutter would resume his dumb-bell practice for a month, or rise daily at the hour when his wife most liked to sleep, dress noisily, and dr... | No speaker | his property with her “people,”<|quote|>whom he detested. To this she would reply that unless he changed his mode of life, she would certainly outlive him. After listening to her insinuations about his physical soundness, Cutter would resume his dumb-bell practice for a month, or rise daily at the hour when his wife mo... | outlive him and to share his property with her “people,”<|quote|>whom he detested. To this she would reply that unless he changed his mode of life, she would certainly outlive him. After listening to her insinuations about his physical soundness, Cutter would resume his dumb-bell practice for a month, or rise daily at ... | minor subjects for dispute. The chief of these was the question of inheritance: Mrs. Cutter told her husband it was plainly his fault they had no children. He insisted that Mrs. Cutter had purposely remained childless, with the determination to outlive him and to share his property with her “people,”<|quote|>whom he de... | triumphantly fit the clipping into the space from which it had been cut. Those two could quarrel all morning about whether he ought to put on his heavy or his light underwear, and all evening about whether he had taken cold or not. The Cutters had major as well as minor subjects for dispute. The chief of these was the ... | a caller, he dropped a piece. Mrs. Cutter put her handkerchief to her lips as if she were going to faint and said grandly: “Mr. Cutter, you have broken all the Commandments—spare the finger-bowls!” They quarreled from the moment Cutter came into the house until they went to bed at night, and their hired girls reported ... | a boy would go to a good deal of trouble to throw a dead cat into his back yard, or to dump a sackful of tin cans in his alley. It was a peculiar combination of old-maidishness and licentiousness that made Cutter seem so despicable. He had certainly met his match when he married Mrs. Cutter. She was a terrifying-lookin... | frontier settlement there are men who have come there to escape restraint. Cutter was one of the “fast set” of Black Hawk business men. He was an inveterate gambler, though a poor loser. When we saw a light burning in his office late at night, we knew that a game of poker was going on. Cutter boasted that he never dran... | always flushed, and prominent, hysterical eyes. When she meant to be entertaining and agreeable, she nodded her head incessantly and snapped her eyes at one. Her teeth were long and curved, like a horse’s; people said babies always cried if she smiled at them. Her face had a kind of fascination for me; it was the very ... | My Antonia |
Cutter was n’t shamed as she had expected; he was delighted! Cutter often threatened to chop down the cedar trees which half-buried the house. His wife declared she would leave him if she were stripped of the | No speaker | “to live by her brush.”<|quote|>Cutter was n’t shamed as she had expected; he was delighted! Cutter often threatened to chop down the cedar trees which half-buried the house. His wife declared she would leave him if she were stripped of the</|quote|>“privacy” which she felt these | Mr. Cutter had compelled her “to live by her brush.”<|quote|>Cutter was n’t shamed as she had expected; he was delighted! Cutter often threatened to chop down the cedar trees which half-buried the house. His wife declared she would leave him if she were stripped of the</|quote|>“privacy” which she felt these trees aff... | liked to sleep, dress noisily, and drive out to the track with his trotting-horse. Once when they had quarreled about household expenses, Mrs. Cutter put on her brocade and went among their friends soliciting orders for painted china, saying that Mr. Cutter had compelled her “to live by her brush.”<|quote|>Cutter was n... | “people,” whom he detested. To this she would reply that unless he changed his mode of life, she would certainly outlive him. After listening to her insinuations about his physical soundness, Cutter would resume his dumb-bell practice for a month, or rise daily at the hour when his wife most liked to sleep, dress noisi... | and triumphantly fit the clipping into the space from which it had been cut. Those two could quarrel all morning about whether he ought to put on his heavy or his light underwear, and all evening about whether he had taken cold or not. The Cutters had major as well as minor subjects for dispute. The chief of these was ... | were long and curved, like a horse’s; people said babies always cried if she smiled at them. Her face had a kind of fascination for me; it was the very color and shape of anger. There was a gleam of something akin to insanity in her full, intense eyes. She was formal in manner, and made calls in rustling, steel-gray br... | on business, he quoted “Poor Richard’s Almanack” to me, and told me he was delighted to find a town boy who could milk a cow. He was particularly affable to grandmother, and whenever they met he would begin at once to talk about “the good old times” and simple living. I detested his pink, bald head, and his yellow whis... | said babies always cried if she smiled at them. Her face had a kind of fascination for me; it was the very color and shape of anger. There was a gleam of something akin to insanity in her full, intense eyes. She was formal in manner, and made calls in rustling, steel-gray brocades and a tall bonnet with bristling aigre... | My Antonia |
which she felt these trees afforded her. That was his opportunity, surely; but he never cut down the trees. The Cutters seemed to find their relations to each other interesting and stimulating, and certainly the rest of us found them so. Wick Cutter was different from any other rascal I have ever known, but I have foun... | No speaker | were stripped of the “privacy”<|quote|>which she felt these trees afforded her. That was his opportunity, surely; but he never cut down the trees. The Cutters seemed to find their relations to each other interesting and stimulating, and certainly the rest of us found them so. Wick Cutter was different from any other ra... | would leave him if she were stripped of the “privacy”<|quote|>which she felt these trees afforded her. That was his opportunity, surely; but he never cut down the trees. The Cutters seemed to find their relations to each other interesting and stimulating, and certainly the rest of us found them so. Wick Cutter was diff... | saying that Mr. Cutter had compelled her “to live by her brush.” Cutter was n’t shamed as she had expected; he was delighted! Cutter often threatened to chop down the cedar trees which half-buried the house. His wife declared she would leave him if she were stripped of the “privacy”<|quote|>which she felt these trees ... | a month, or rise daily at the hour when his wife most liked to sleep, dress noisily, and drive out to the track with his trotting-horse. Once when they had quarreled about household expenses, Mrs. Cutter put on her brocade and went among their friends soliciting orders for painted china, saying that Mr. Cutter had comp... | he had taken cold or not. The Cutters had major as well as minor subjects for dispute. The chief of these was the question of inheritance: Mrs. Cutter told her husband it was plainly his fault they had no children. He insisted that Mrs. Cutter had purposely remained childless, with the determination to outlive him and ... | gleam of something akin to insanity in her full, intense eyes. She was formal in manner, and made calls in rustling, steel-gray brocades and a tall bonnet with bristling aigrettes. Mrs. Cutter painted china so assiduously that even her washbowls and pitchers, and her husband’s shaving-mug, were covered with violets and... | at once to talk about “the good old times” and simple living. I detested his pink, bald head, and his yellow whiskers, always soft and glistening. It was said he brushed them every night, as a woman does her hair. His white teeth looked factory-made. His skin was red and rough, as if from perpetual sunburn; he often we... | painted china so assiduously that even her washbowls and pitchers, and her husband’s shaving-mug, were covered with violets and lilies. Once when Cutter was exhibiting some of his wife’s china to a caller, he dropped a piece. Mrs. Cutter put her handkerchief to her lips as if she were going to faint and said grandly: “... | My Antonia |
“fairest of them all.” | No speaker | the fairy tale, was still<|quote|>“fairest of them all.”</|quote|>Being a Senior now, I | that Ántonia, like Snow-White in the fairy tale, was still<|quote|>“fairest of them all.”</|quote|>Being a Senior now, I got away from school early. | the playground at the afternoon recess to watch them as they came tripping down the hill along the board sidewalk, two and two. They were growing prettier every day, but as they passed us, I used to think with pride that Ántonia, like Snow-White in the fairy tale, was still<|quote|>“fairest of them all.”</|quote|>Being... | that those ladies were greatly annoyed, and Mrs. Cutter, who was jealous of them, was secretly pleased. Tony wore gloves now, and high-heeled shoes and feathered bonnets, and she went downtown nearly every afternoon with Tiny and Lena and the Marshalls’ Norwegian Anna. We High-School boys used to linger on the playgrou... | Wick Cutter was different from any other rascal I have ever known, but I have found Mrs. Cutters all over the world; sometimes founding new religions, sometimes being forcibly fed—easily recognizable, even when superficially tamed. XII AFTER Ántonia went to live with the Cutters, she seemed to care about nothing but pi... | insisted that Mrs. Cutter had purposely remained childless, with the determination to outlive him and to share his property with her “people,” whom he detested. To this she would reply that unless he changed his mode of life, she would certainly outlive him. After listening to her insinuations about his physical soundn... | one could cut his lawn or wash his buggy to suit him. He was so fastidious and prim about his place that a boy would go to a good deal of trouble to throw a dead cat into his back yard, or to dump a sackful of tin cans in his alley. It was a peculiar combination of old-maidishness and licentiousness that made Cutter se... | seemed to find their relations to each other interesting and stimulating, and certainly the rest of us found them so. Wick Cutter was different from any other rascal I have ever known, but I have found Mrs. Cutters all over the world; sometimes founding new religions, sometimes being forcibly fed—easily recognizable, e... | My Antonia |
Being a Senior now, I got away from school early. Sometimes I overtook the girls downtown and coaxed them into the ice-cream parlor, where they would sit chattering and laughing, telling me all the news from the country. I remember how angry Tiny Soderball made me one afternoon. She declared she had heard grandmother w... | No speaker | still “fairest of them all.”<|quote|>Being a Senior now, I got away from school early. Sometimes I overtook the girls downtown and coaxed them into the ice-cream parlor, where they would sit chattering and laughing, telling me all the news from the country. I remember how angry Tiny Soderball made me one afternoon. She... | in the fairy tale, was still “fairest of them all.”<|quote|>Being a Senior now, I got away from school early. Sometimes I overtook the girls downtown and coaxed them into the ice-cream parlor, where they would sit chattering and laughing, telling me all the news from the country. I remember how angry Tiny Soderball mad... | afternoon recess to watch them as they came tripping down the hill along the board sidewalk, two and two. They were growing prettier every day, but as they passed us, I used to think with pride that Ántonia, like Snow-White in the fairy tale, was still “fairest of them all.”<|quote|>Being a Senior now, I got away from ... | greatly annoyed, and Mrs. Cutter, who was jealous of them, was secretly pleased. Tony wore gloves now, and high-heeled shoes and feathered bonnets, and she went downtown nearly every afternoon with Tiny and Lena and the Marshalls’ Norwegian Anna. We High-School boys used to linger on the playground at the afternoon rec... | from any other rascal I have ever known, but I have found Mrs. Cutters all over the world; sometimes founding new religions, sometimes being forcibly fed—easily recognizable, even when superficially tamed. XII AFTER Ántonia went to live with the Cutters, she seemed to care about nothing but picnics and parties and havi... | had purposely remained childless, with the determination to outlive him and to share his property with her “people,” whom he detested. To this she would reply that unless he changed his mode of life, she would certainly outlive him. After listening to her insinuations about his physical soundness, Cutter would resume h... | lawn or wash his buggy to suit him. He was so fastidious and prim about his place that a boy would go to a good deal of trouble to throw a dead cat into his back yard, or to dump a sackful of tin cans in his alley. It was a peculiar combination of old-maidishness and licentiousness that made Cutter seem so despicable. ... | never cut down the trees. The Cutters seemed to find their relations to each other interesting and stimulating, and certainly the rest of us found them so. Wick Cutter was different from any other rascal I have ever known, but I have found Mrs. Cutters all over the world; sometimes founding new religions, sometimes bei... | My Antonia |
“I guess you’ll have to stop dancing and wear a white necktie then. Won’t he look funny, girls?” | Tiny | a Baptist preacher of me.<|quote|>“I guess you’ll have to stop dancing and wear a white necktie then. Won’t he look funny, girls?”</|quote|>Lena laughed. “You’ll have to | grandmother was going to make a Baptist preacher of me.<|quote|>“I guess you’ll have to stop dancing and wear a white necktie then. Won’t he look funny, girls?”</|quote|>Lena laughed. “You’ll have to hurry up, Jim. If you’re | the girls downtown and coaxed them into the ice-cream parlor, where they would sit chattering and laughing, telling me all the news from the country. I remember how angry Tiny Soderball made me one afternoon. She declared she had heard grandmother was going to make a Baptist preacher of me.<|quote|>“I guess you’ll have... | the board sidewalk, two and two. They were growing prettier every day, but as they passed us, I used to think with pride that Ántonia, like Snow-White in the fairy tale, was still “fairest of them all.” Being a Senior now, I got away from school early. Sometimes I overtook the girls downtown and coaxed them into the ic... | she sewed until midnight. Her new clothes were the subject of caustic comment. Under Lena’s direction she copied Mrs. Gardener’s new party dress and Mrs. Smith’s street costume so ingeniously in cheap materials that those ladies were greatly annoyed, and Mrs. Cutter, who was jealous of them, was secretly pleased. Tony ... | when his wife most liked to sleep, dress noisily, and drive out to the track with his trotting-horse. Once when they had quarreled about household expenses, Mrs. Cutter put on her brocade and went among their friends soliciting orders for painted china, saying that Mr. Cutter had compelled her “to live by her brush.” C... | He had certainly met his match when he married Mrs. Cutter. She was a terrifying-looking person; almost a giantess in height, raw-boned, with iron-gray hair, a face always flushed, and prominent, hysterical eyes. When she meant to be entertaining and agreeable, she nodded her head incessantly and snapped her eyes at on... | ought to put on his heavy or his light underwear, and all evening about whether he had taken cold or not. The Cutters had major as well as minor subjects for dispute. The chief of these was the question of inheritance: Mrs. Cutter told her husband it was plainly his fault they had no children. He insisted that Mrs. Cut... | My Antonia |
Lena laughed. | No speaker | Won’t he look funny, girls?”<|quote|>Lena laughed.</|quote|>“You’ll have to hurry up, | wear a white necktie then. Won’t he look funny, girls?”<|quote|>Lena laughed.</|quote|>“You’ll have to hurry up, Jim. If you’re going to | me all the news from the country. I remember how angry Tiny Soderball made me one afternoon. She declared she had heard grandmother was going to make a Baptist preacher of me. “I guess you’ll have to stop dancing and wear a white necktie then. Won’t he look funny, girls?”<|quote|>Lena laughed.</|quote|>“You’ll have to ... | used to think with pride that Ántonia, like Snow-White in the fairy tale, was still “fairest of them all.” Being a Senior now, I got away from school early. Sometimes I overtook the girls downtown and coaxed them into the ice-cream parlor, where they would sit chattering and laughing, telling me all the news from the c... | Mrs. Gardener’s new party dress and Mrs. Smith’s street costume so ingeniously in cheap materials that those ladies were greatly annoyed, and Mrs. Cutter, who was jealous of them, was secretly pleased. Tony wore gloves now, and high-heeled shoes and feathered bonnets, and she went downtown nearly every afternoon with T... | Once when they had quarreled about household expenses, Mrs. Cutter put on her brocade and went among their friends soliciting orders for painted china, saying that Mr. Cutter had compelled her “to live by her brush.” Cutter was n’t shamed as she had expected; he was delighted! Cutter often threatened to chop down the ... | giantess in height, raw-boned, with iron-gray hair, a face always flushed, and prominent, hysterical eyes. When she meant to be entertaining and agreeable, she nodded her head incessantly and snapped her eyes at one. Her teeth were long and curved, like a horse’s; people said babies always cried if she smiled at them. ... | founding new religions, sometimes being forcibly fed—easily recognizable, even when superficially tamed. XII AFTER Ántonia went to live with the Cutters, she seemed to care about nothing but picnics and parties and having a good time. When she was not going to a dance, she sewed until midnight. Her new clothes were the... | My Antonia |
“You’ll have to hurry up, Jim. If you’re going to be a preacher, I want you to marry me. You must promise to marry us all, and then baptize the babies.” | Lena | look funny, girls?” Lena laughed.<|quote|>“You’ll have to hurry up, Jim. If you’re going to be a preacher, I want you to marry me. You must promise to marry us all, and then baptize the babies.”</|quote|>Norwegian Anna, always dignified, looked | white necktie then. Won’t he look funny, girls?” Lena laughed.<|quote|>“You’ll have to hurry up, Jim. If you’re going to be a preacher, I want you to marry me. You must promise to marry us all, and then baptize the babies.”</|quote|>Norwegian Anna, always dignified, looked at her reprovingly. “Baptists don’t | the news from the country. I remember how angry Tiny Soderball made me one afternoon. She declared she had heard grandmother was going to make a Baptist preacher of me. “I guess you’ll have to stop dancing and wear a white necktie then. Won’t he look funny, girls?” Lena laughed.<|quote|>“You’ll have to hurry up, Jim. I... | think with pride that Ántonia, like Snow-White in the fairy tale, was still “fairest of them all.” Being a Senior now, I got away from school early. Sometimes I overtook the girls downtown and coaxed them into the ice-cream parlor, where they would sit chattering and laughing, telling me all the news from the country. ... | new party dress and Mrs. Smith’s street costume so ingeniously in cheap materials that those ladies were greatly annoyed, and Mrs. Cutter, who was jealous of them, was secretly pleased. Tony wore gloves now, and high-heeled shoes and feathered bonnets, and she went downtown nearly every afternoon with Tiny and Lena and... | they had quarreled about household expenses, Mrs. Cutter put on her brocade and went among their friends soliciting orders for painted china, saying that Mr. Cutter had compelled her “to live by her brush.” Cutter was n’t shamed as she had expected; he was delighted! Cutter often threatened to chop down the cedar tree... | height, raw-boned, with iron-gray hair, a face always flushed, and prominent, hysterical eyes. When she meant to be entertaining and agreeable, she nodded her head incessantly and snapped her eyes at one. Her teeth were long and curved, like a horse’s; people said babies always cried if she smiled at them. Her face had... | or not. The Cutters had major as well as minor subjects for dispute. The chief of these was the question of inheritance: Mrs. Cutter told her husband it was plainly his fault they had no children. He insisted that Mrs. Cutter had purposely remained childless, with the determination to outlive him and to share his prope... | My Antonia |
Norwegian Anna, always dignified, looked at her reprovingly. | No speaker | and then baptize the babies.”<|quote|>Norwegian Anna, always dignified, looked at her reprovingly.</|quote|>“Baptists don’t believe in christening | promise to marry us all, and then baptize the babies.”<|quote|>Norwegian Anna, always dignified, looked at her reprovingly.</|quote|>“Baptists don’t believe in christening babies, do they, Jim?” I | guess you’ll have to stop dancing and wear a white necktie then. Won’t he look funny, girls?” Lena laughed. “You’ll have to hurry up, Jim. If you’re going to be a preacher, I want you to marry me. You must promise to marry us all, and then baptize the babies.”<|quote|>Norwegian Anna, always dignified, looked at her rep... | girls downtown and coaxed them into the ice-cream parlor, where they would sit chattering and laughing, telling me all the news from the country. I remember how angry Tiny Soderball made me one afternoon. She declared she had heard grandmother was going to make a Baptist preacher of me. “I guess you’ll have to stop dan... | wore gloves now, and high-heeled shoes and feathered bonnets, and she went downtown nearly every afternoon with Tiny and Lena and the Marshalls’ Norwegian Anna. We High-School boys used to linger on the playground at the afternoon recess to watch them as they came tripping down the hill along the board sidewalk, two an... | by her brush.” Cutter was n’t shamed as she had expected; he was delighted! Cutter often threatened to chop down the cedar trees which half-buried the house. His wife declared she would leave him if she were stripped of the “privacy” which she felt these trees afforded her. That was his opportunity, surely; but he nev... | one. Her teeth were long and curved, like a horse’s; people said babies always cried if she smiled at them. Her face had a kind of fascination for me; it was the very color and shape of anger. There was a gleam of something akin to insanity in her full, intense eyes. She was formal in manner, and made calls in rustling... | compelled her “to live by her brush.” Cutter was n’t shamed as she had expected; he was delighted! Cutter often threatened to chop down the cedar trees which half-buried the house. His wife declared she would leave him if she were stripped of the “privacy” which she felt these trees afforded her. That was his opportun... | My Antonia |
I told her I did n’t know what they believed, and did n’t care, and that I certainly was n’t going to be a preacher. | No speaker | christening babies, do they, Jim?”<|quote|>I told her I did n’t know what they believed, and did n’t care, and that I certainly was n’t going to be a preacher.</|quote|>“That’s too bad,” Tiny simpered. | reprovingly. “Baptists don’t believe in christening babies, do they, Jim?”<|quote|>I told her I did n’t know what they believed, and did n’t care, and that I certainly was n’t going to be a preacher.</|quote|>“That’s too bad,” Tiny simpered. She was in a teasing | Lena laughed. “You’ll have to hurry up, Jim. If you’re going to be a preacher, I want you to marry me. You must promise to marry us all, and then baptize the babies.” Norwegian Anna, always dignified, looked at her reprovingly. “Baptists don’t believe in christening babies, do they, Jim?”<|quote|>I told her I did n’t k... | me all the news from the country. I remember how angry Tiny Soderball made me one afternoon. She declared she had heard grandmother was going to make a Baptist preacher of me. “I guess you’ll have to stop dancing and wear a white necktie then. Won’t he look funny, girls?” Lena laughed. “You’ll have to hurry up, Jim. If... | Tiny and Lena and the Marshalls’ Norwegian Anna. We High-School boys used to linger on the playground at the afternoon recess to watch them as they came tripping down the hill along the board sidewalk, two and two. They were growing prettier every day, but as they passed us, I used to think with pride that Ántonia, lik... | to chop down the cedar trees which half-buried the house. His wife declared she would leave him if she were stripped of the “privacy” which she felt these trees afforded her. That was his opportunity, surely; but he never cut down the trees. The Cutters seemed to find their relations to each other interesting and stimu... | smiled at them. Her face had a kind of fascination for me; it was the very color and shape of anger. There was a gleam of something akin to insanity in her full, intense eyes. She was formal in manner, and made calls in rustling, steel-gray brocades and a tall bonnet with bristling aigrettes. Mrs. Cutter painted china ... | that unless he changed his mode of life, she would certainly outlive him. After listening to her insinuations about his physical soundness, Cutter would resume his dumb-bell practice for a month, or rise daily at the hour when his wife most liked to sleep, dress noisily, and drive out to the track with his trotting-hor... | My Antonia |
“That’s too bad,” | Tiny | going to be a preacher.<|quote|>“That’s too bad,”</|quote|>Tiny simpered. She was in | that I certainly was n’t going to be a preacher.<|quote|>“That’s too bad,”</|quote|>Tiny simpered. She was in a teasing mood. “You’d make | marry us all, and then baptize the babies.” Norwegian Anna, always dignified, looked at her reprovingly. “Baptists don’t believe in christening babies, do they, Jim?” I told her I did n’t know what they believed, and did n’t care, and that I certainly was n’t going to be a preacher.<|quote|>“That’s too bad,”</|quote|>T... | to make a Baptist preacher of me. “I guess you’ll have to stop dancing and wear a white necktie then. Won’t he look funny, girls?” Lena laughed. “You’ll have to hurry up, Jim. If you’re going to be a preacher, I want you to marry me. You must promise to marry us all, and then baptize the babies.” Norwegian Anna, always... | they came tripping down the hill along the board sidewalk, two and two. They were growing prettier every day, but as they passed us, I used to think with pride that Ántonia, like Snow-White in the fairy tale, was still “fairest of them all.” Being a Senior now, I got away from school early. Sometimes I overtook the gir... | she felt these trees afforded her. That was his opportunity, surely; but he never cut down the trees. The Cutters seemed to find their relations to each other interesting and stimulating, and certainly the rest of us found them so. Wick Cutter was different from any other rascal I have ever known, but I have found Mrs.... | of something akin to insanity in her full, intense eyes. She was formal in manner, and made calls in rustling, steel-gray brocades and a tall bonnet with bristling aigrettes. Mrs. Cutter painted china so assiduously that even her washbowls and pitchers, and her husband’s shaving-mug, were covered with violets and lilie... | feathered bonnets, and she went downtown nearly every afternoon with Tiny and Lena and the Marshalls’ Norwegian Anna. We High-School boys used to linger on the playground at the afternoon recess to watch them as they came tripping down the hill along the board sidewalk, two and two. They were growing prettier every day... | My Antonia |
Tiny simpered. She was in a teasing mood. | No speaker | a preacher. “That’s too bad,”<|quote|>Tiny simpered. She was in a teasing mood.</|quote|>“You’d make such a good | was n’t going to be a preacher. “That’s too bad,”<|quote|>Tiny simpered. She was in a teasing mood.</|quote|>“You’d make such a good one. You’re so studious. Maybe | and then baptize the babies.” Norwegian Anna, always dignified, looked at her reprovingly. “Baptists don’t believe in christening babies, do they, Jim?” I told her I did n’t know what they believed, and did n’t care, and that I certainly was n’t going to be a preacher. “That’s too bad,”<|quote|>Tiny simpered. She was i... | Baptist preacher of me. “I guess you’ll have to stop dancing and wear a white necktie then. Won’t he look funny, girls?” Lena laughed. “You’ll have to hurry up, Jim. If you’re going to be a preacher, I want you to marry me. You must promise to marry us all, and then baptize the babies.” Norwegian Anna, always dignified... | down the hill along the board sidewalk, two and two. They were growing prettier every day, but as they passed us, I used to think with pride that Ántonia, like Snow-White in the fairy tale, was still “fairest of them all.” Being a Senior now, I got away from school early. Sometimes I overtook the girls downtown and coa... | trees afforded her. That was his opportunity, surely; but he never cut down the trees. The Cutters seemed to find their relations to each other interesting and stimulating, and certainly the rest of us found them so. Wick Cutter was different from any other rascal I have ever known, but I have found Mrs. Cutters all ov... | to insanity in her full, intense eyes. She was formal in manner, and made calls in rustling, steel-gray brocades and a tall bonnet with bristling aigrettes. Mrs. Cutter painted china so assiduously that even her washbowls and pitchers, and her husband’s shaving-mug, were covered with violets and lilies. Once when Cutte... | live by her brush.” Cutter was n’t shamed as she had expected; he was delighted! Cutter often threatened to chop down the cedar trees which half-buried the house. His wife declared she would leave him if she were stripped of the “privacy” which she felt these trees afforded her. That was his opportunity, surely; but h... | My Antonia |
“You’d make such a good one. You’re so studious. Maybe you’d like to be a professor. You used to teach Tony, did n’t you?” | Tiny | was in a teasing mood.<|quote|>“You’d make such a good one. You’re so studious. Maybe you’d like to be a professor. You used to teach Tony, did n’t you?”</|quote|>Ántonia broke in. “I’ve set | too bad,” Tiny simpered. She was in a teasing mood.<|quote|>“You’d make such a good one. You’re so studious. Maybe you’d like to be a professor. You used to teach Tony, did n’t you?”</|quote|>Ántonia broke in. “I’ve set my heart on Jim being | dignified, looked at her reprovingly. “Baptists don’t believe in christening babies, do they, Jim?” I told her I did n’t know what they believed, and did n’t care, and that I certainly was n’t going to be a preacher. “That’s too bad,” Tiny simpered. She was in a teasing mood.<|quote|>“You’d make such a good one. You’re... | to stop dancing and wear a white necktie then. Won’t he look funny, girls?” Lena laughed. “You’ll have to hurry up, Jim. If you’re going to be a preacher, I want you to marry me. You must promise to marry us all, and then baptize the babies.” Norwegian Anna, always dignified, looked at her reprovingly. “Baptists don’t ... | and two. They were growing prettier every day, but as they passed us, I used to think with pride that Ántonia, like Snow-White in the fairy tale, was still “fairest of them all.” Being a Senior now, I got away from school early. Sometimes I overtook the girls downtown and coaxed them into the ice-cream parlor, where th... | but he never cut down the trees. The Cutters seemed to find their relations to each other interesting and stimulating, and certainly the rest of us found them so. Wick Cutter was different from any other rascal I have ever known, but I have found Mrs. Cutters all over the world; sometimes founding new religions, someti... | was formal in manner, and made calls in rustling, steel-gray brocades and a tall bonnet with bristling aigrettes. Mrs. Cutter painted china so assiduously that even her washbowls and pitchers, and her husband’s shaving-mug, were covered with violets and lilies. Once when Cutter was exhibiting some of his wife’s china t... | and feathered bonnets, and she went downtown nearly every afternoon with Tiny and Lena and the Marshalls’ Norwegian Anna. We High-School boys used to linger on the playground at the afternoon recess to watch them as they came tripping down the hill along the board sidewalk, two and two. They were growing prettier every... | My Antonia |
Ántonia broke in. | No speaker | teach Tony, did n’t you?”<|quote|>Ántonia broke in.</|quote|>“I’ve set my heart on | a professor. You used to teach Tony, did n’t you?”<|quote|>Ántonia broke in.</|quote|>“I’ve set my heart on Jim being a doctor. You’d | and did n’t care, and that I certainly was n’t going to be a preacher. “That’s too bad,” Tiny simpered. She was in a teasing mood. “You’d make such a good one. You’re so studious. Maybe you’d like to be a professor. You used to teach Tony, did n’t you?”<|quote|>Ántonia broke in.</|quote|>“I’ve set my heart on Jim being... | going to be a preacher, I want you to marry me. You must promise to marry us all, and then baptize the babies.” Norwegian Anna, always dignified, looked at her reprovingly. “Baptists don’t believe in christening babies, do they, Jim?” I told her I did n’t know what they believed, and did n’t care, and that I certainly ... | the fairy tale, was still “fairest of them all.” Being a Senior now, I got away from school early. Sometimes I overtook the girls downtown and coaxed them into the ice-cream parlor, where they would sit chattering and laughing, telling me all the news from the country. I remember how angry Tiny Soderball made me one af... | of us found them so. Wick Cutter was different from any other rascal I have ever known, but I have found Mrs. Cutters all over the world; sometimes founding new religions, sometimes being forcibly fed—easily recognizable, even when superficially tamed. XII AFTER Ántonia went to live with the Cutters, she seemed to care... | that even her washbowls and pitchers, and her husband’s shaving-mug, were covered with violets and lilies. Once when Cutter was exhibiting some of his wife’s china to a caller, he dropped a piece. Mrs. Cutter put her handkerchief to her lips as if she were going to faint and said grandly: “Mr. Cutter, you have broken a... | parties and having a good time. When she was not going to a dance, she sewed until midnight. Her new clothes were the subject of caustic comment. Under Lena’s direction she copied Mrs. Gardener’s new party dress and Mrs. Smith’s street costume so ingeniously in cheap materials that those ladies were greatly annoyed, an... | My Antonia |
“I’ve set my heart on Jim being a doctor. You’d be good with sick people, Jim. Your grandmother’s trained you up so nice. My papa always said you were an awful smart boy.” | Antonia | n’t you?” Ántonia broke in.<|quote|>“I’ve set my heart on Jim being a doctor. You’d be good with sick people, Jim. Your grandmother’s trained you up so nice. My papa always said you were an awful smart boy.”</|quote|>I said I was going | used to teach Tony, did n’t you?” Ántonia broke in.<|quote|>“I’ve set my heart on Jim being a doctor. You’d be good with sick people, Jim. Your grandmother’s trained you up so nice. My papa always said you were an awful smart boy.”</|quote|>I said I was going to be whatever I pleased. | care, and that I certainly was n’t going to be a preacher. “That’s too bad,” Tiny simpered. She was in a teasing mood. “You’d make such a good one. You’re so studious. Maybe you’d like to be a professor. You used to teach Tony, did n’t you?” Ántonia broke in.<|quote|>“I’ve set my heart on Jim being a doctor. You’d be g... | a preacher, I want you to marry me. You must promise to marry us all, and then baptize the babies.” Norwegian Anna, always dignified, looked at her reprovingly. “Baptists don’t believe in christening babies, do they, Jim?” I told her I did n’t know what they believed, and did n’t care, and that I certainly was n’t goin... | was still “fairest of them all.” Being a Senior now, I got away from school early. Sometimes I overtook the girls downtown and coaxed them into the ice-cream parlor, where they would sit chattering and laughing, telling me all the news from the country. I remember how angry Tiny Soderball made me one afternoon. She dec... | them so. Wick Cutter was different from any other rascal I have ever known, but I have found Mrs. Cutters all over the world; sometimes founding new religions, sometimes being forcibly fed—easily recognizable, even when superficially tamed. XII AFTER Ántonia went to live with the Cutters, she seemed to care about nothi... | washbowls and pitchers, and her husband’s shaving-mug, were covered with violets and lilies. Once when Cutter was exhibiting some of his wife’s china to a caller, he dropped a piece. Mrs. Cutter put her handkerchief to her lips as if she were going to faint and said grandly: “Mr. Cutter, you have broken all the Command... | about his physical soundness, Cutter would resume his dumb-bell practice for a month, or rise daily at the hour when his wife most liked to sleep, dress noisily, and drive out to the track with his trotting-horse. Once when they had quarreled about household expenses, Mrs. Cutter put on her brocade and went among their... | My Antonia |
I said I was going to be whatever I pleased. | No speaker | were an awful smart boy.”<|quote|>I said I was going to be whatever I pleased.</|quote|>“Won’t you be surprised, Miss | My papa always said you were an awful smart boy.”<|quote|>I said I was going to be whatever I pleased.</|quote|>“Won’t you be surprised, Miss Tiny, if I turn out | you’d like to be a professor. You used to teach Tony, did n’t you?” Ántonia broke in. “I’ve set my heart on Jim being a doctor. You’d be good with sick people, Jim. Your grandmother’s trained you up so nice. My papa always said you were an awful smart boy.”<|quote|>I said I was going to be whatever I pleased.</|quote|>... | babies, do they, Jim?” I told her I did n’t know what they believed, and did n’t care, and that I certainly was n’t going to be a preacher. “That’s too bad,” Tiny simpered. She was in a teasing mood. “You’d make such a good one. You’re so studious. Maybe you’d like to be a professor. You used to teach Tony, did n’t you... | chattering and laughing, telling me all the news from the country. I remember how angry Tiny Soderball made me one afternoon. She declared she had heard grandmother was going to make a Baptist preacher of me. “I guess you’ll have to stop dancing and wear a white necktie then. Won’t he look funny, girls?” Lena laughed. ... | even when superficially tamed. XII AFTER Ántonia went to live with the Cutters, she seemed to care about nothing but picnics and parties and having a good time. When she was not going to a dance, she sewed until midnight. Her new clothes were the subject of caustic comment. Under Lena’s direction she copied Mrs. Garden... | her handkerchief to her lips as if she were going to faint and said grandly: “Mr. Cutter, you have broken all the Commandments—spare the finger-bowls!” They quarreled from the moment Cutter came into the house until they went to bed at night, and their hired girls reported these scenes to the town at large. Mrs. Cutter... | school early. Sometimes I overtook the girls downtown and coaxed them into the ice-cream parlor, where they would sit chattering and laughing, telling me all the news from the country. I remember how angry Tiny Soderball made me one afternoon. She declared she had heard grandmother was going to make a Baptist preacher ... | My Antonia |
“Won’t you be surprised, Miss Tiny, if I turn out to be a regular devil of a fellow?” | Jim | to be whatever I pleased.<|quote|>“Won’t you be surprised, Miss Tiny, if I turn out to be a regular devil of a fellow?”</|quote|>They laughed until a glance | I said I was going to be whatever I pleased.<|quote|>“Won’t you be surprised, Miss Tiny, if I turn out to be a regular devil of a fellow?”</|quote|>They laughed until a glance from Norwegian Anna checked them; | Tony, did n’t you?” Ántonia broke in. “I’ve set my heart on Jim being a doctor. You’d be good with sick people, Jim. Your grandmother’s trained you up so nice. My papa always said you were an awful smart boy.” I said I was going to be whatever I pleased.<|quote|>“Won’t you be surprised, Miss Tiny, if I turn out to be a... | know what they believed, and did n’t care, and that I certainly was n’t going to be a preacher. “That’s too bad,” Tiny simpered. She was in a teasing mood. “You’d make such a good one. You’re so studious. Maybe you’d like to be a professor. You used to teach Tony, did n’t you?” Ántonia broke in. “I’ve set my heart on J... | country. I remember how angry Tiny Soderball made me one afternoon. She declared she had heard grandmother was going to make a Baptist preacher of me. “I guess you’ll have to stop dancing and wear a white necktie then. Won’t he look funny, girls?” Lena laughed. “You’ll have to hurry up, Jim. If you’re going to be a pre... | with the Cutters, she seemed to care about nothing but picnics and parties and having a good time. When she was not going to a dance, she sewed until midnight. Her new clothes were the subject of caustic comment. Under Lena’s direction she copied Mrs. Gardener’s new party dress and Mrs. Smith’s street costume so ingeni... | to faint and said grandly: “Mr. Cutter, you have broken all the Commandments—spare the finger-bowls!” They quarreled from the moment Cutter came into the house until they went to bed at night, and their hired girls reported these scenes to the town at large. Mrs. Cutter had several times cut paragraphs about unfaithful... | caustic comment. Under Lena’s direction she copied Mrs. Gardener’s new party dress and Mrs. Smith’s street costume so ingeniously in cheap materials that those ladies were greatly annoyed, and Mrs. Cutter, who was jealous of them, was secretly pleased. Tony wore gloves now, and high-heeled shoes and feathered bonnets, ... | My Antonia |
They laughed until a glance from Norwegian Anna checked them; the High-School Principal had just come into the front part of the shop to buy bread for supper. Anna knew the whisper was going about that I was a sly one. People said there must be something queer about a boy who showed no interest in girls of his own age,... | No speaker | regular devil of a fellow?”<|quote|>They laughed until a glance from Norwegian Anna checked them; the High-School Principal had just come into the front part of the shop to buy bread for supper. Anna knew the whisper was going about that I was a sly one. People said there must be something queer about a boy who showed ... | turn out to be a regular devil of a fellow?”<|quote|>They laughed until a glance from Norwegian Anna checked them; the High-School Principal had just come into the front part of the shop to buy bread for supper. Anna knew the whisper was going about that I was a sly one. People said there must be something queer about ... | good with sick people, Jim. Your grandmother’s trained you up so nice. My papa always said you were an awful smart boy.” I said I was going to be whatever I pleased. “Won’t you be surprised, Miss Tiny, if I turn out to be a regular devil of a fellow?”<|quote|>They laughed until a glance from Norwegian Anna checked them... | preacher. “That’s too bad,” Tiny simpered. She was in a teasing mood. “You’d make such a good one. You’re so studious. Maybe you’d like to be a professor. You used to teach Tony, did n’t you?” Ántonia broke in. “I’ve set my heart on Jim being a doctor. You’d be good with sick people, Jim. Your grandmother’s trained you... | going to make a Baptist preacher of me. “I guess you’ll have to stop dancing and wear a white necktie then. Won’t he look funny, girls?” Lena laughed. “You’ll have to hurry up, Jim. If you’re going to be a preacher, I want you to marry me. You must promise to marry us all, and then baptize the babies.” Norwegian Anna, ... | When she was not going to a dance, she sewed until midnight. Her new clothes were the subject of caustic comment. Under Lena’s direction she copied Mrs. Gardener’s new party dress and Mrs. Smith’s street costume so ingeniously in cheap materials that those ladies were greatly annoyed, and Mrs. Cutter, who was jealous o... | the moment Cutter came into the house until they went to bed at night, and their hired girls reported these scenes to the town at large. Mrs. Cutter had several times cut paragraphs about unfaithful husbands out of the newspapers and mailed them to Cutter in a disguised handwriting. Cutter would come home at noon, find... | into the ice-cream parlor, where they would sit chattering and laughing, telling me all the news from the country. I remember how angry Tiny Soderball made me one afternoon. She declared she had heard grandmother was going to make a Baptist preacher of me. “I guess you’ll have to stop dancing and wear a white necktie t... | My Antonia |
“Jim,” | Jelinek | clapped me on the shoulder.<|quote|>“Jim,”</|quote|>he said, “I am good | me on the street and clapped me on the shoulder.<|quote|>“Jim,”</|quote|>he said, “I am good friends with you and I | while they drank their beer. Jelinek kept rye bread on hand, and smoked fish and strong imported cheeses to please the foreign palate. I liked to drop into his bar-room and listen to the talk. But one day he overtook me on the street and clapped me on the shoulder.<|quote|>“Jim,”</|quote|>he said, “I am good friends wi... | even by the church people, to be as respectable as a saloon could be. Handsome Anton Jelinek, who had rented his homestead and come to town, was the proprietor. In his saloon there were long tables where the Bohemian and German farmers could eat the lunches they brought from home while they drank their beer. Jelinek ke... | toward me, because I continued to champion Ántonia. What was there for me to do after supper? Usually I had learned next day’s lessons by the time I left the school building, and I could n’t sit still and read forever. In the evening I used to prowl about, hunting for diversion. There lay the familiar streets, frozen w... | be surprised, Miss Tiny, if I turn out to be a regular devil of a fellow?” They laughed until a glance from Norwegian Anna checked them; the High-School Principal had just come into the front part of the shop to buy bread for supper. Anna knew the whisper was going about that I was a sly one. People said there must be ... | Cutters, she seemed to care about nothing but picnics and parties and having a good time. When she was not going to a dance, she sewed until midnight. Her new clothes were the subject of caustic comment. Under Lena’s direction she copied Mrs. Gardener’s new party dress and Mrs. Smith’s street costume so ingeniously in ... | She declared she had heard grandmother was going to make a Baptist preacher of me. “I guess you’ll have to stop dancing and wear a white necktie then. Won’t he look funny, girls?” Lena laughed. “You’ll have to hurry up, Jim. If you’re going to be a preacher, I want you to marry me. You must promise to marry us all, and... | My Antonia |
he said, | No speaker | me on the shoulder. “Jim,”<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>“I am good friends with | on the street and clapped me on the shoulder. “Jim,”<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>“I am good friends with you and I always like | they drank their beer. Jelinek kept rye bread on hand, and smoked fish and strong imported cheeses to please the foreign palate. I liked to drop into his bar-room and listen to the talk. But one day he overtook me on the street and clapped me on the shoulder. “Jim,”<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>“I am good friends with you... | by the church people, to be as respectable as a saloon could be. Handsome Anton Jelinek, who had rented his homestead and come to town, was the proprietor. In his saloon there were long tables where the Bohemian and German farmers could eat the lunches they brought from home while they drank their beer. Jelinek kept ry... | me, because I continued to champion Ántonia. What was there for me to do after supper? Usually I had learned next day’s lessons by the time I left the school building, and I could n’t sit still and read forever. In the evening I used to prowl about, hunting for diversion. There lay the familiar streets, frozen with sno... | surprised, Miss Tiny, if I turn out to be a regular devil of a fellow?” They laughed until a glance from Norwegian Anna checked them; the High-School Principal had just come into the front part of the shop to buy bread for supper. Anna knew the whisper was going about that I was a sly one. People said there must be som... | she seemed to care about nothing but picnics and parties and having a good time. When she was not going to a dance, she sewed until midnight. Her new clothes were the subject of caustic comment. Under Lena’s direction she copied Mrs. Gardener’s new party dress and Mrs. Smith’s street costume so ingeniously in cheap mat... | a professor. You used to teach Tony, did n’t you?” Ántonia broke in. “I’ve set my heart on Jim being a doctor. You’d be good with sick people, Jim. Your grandmother’s trained you up so nice. My papa always said you were an awful smart boy.” I said I was going to be whatever I pleased. “Won’t you be surprised, Miss Tiny... | My Antonia |
“I am good friends with you and I always like to see you. But you know how the church people think about saloons. Your grandpa has always treated me fine, and I don’t like to have you come into my place, because I know he don’t like it, and it puts me in bad with him.” | Jelinek | the shoulder. “Jim,” he said,<|quote|>“I am good friends with you and I always like to see you. But you know how the church people think about saloons. Your grandpa has always treated me fine, and I don’t like to have you come into my place, because I know he don’t like it, and it puts me in bad with him.”</|quote|>So ... | street and clapped me on the shoulder. “Jim,” he said,<|quote|>“I am good friends with you and I always like to see you. But you know how the church people think about saloons. Your grandpa has always treated me fine, and I don’t like to have you come into my place, because I know he don’t like it, and it puts me in ba... | their beer. Jelinek kept rye bread on hand, and smoked fish and strong imported cheeses to please the foreign palate. I liked to drop into his bar-room and listen to the talk. But one day he overtook me on the street and clapped me on the shoulder. “Jim,” he said,<|quote|>“I am good friends with you and I always like t... | church people, to be as respectable as a saloon could be. Handsome Anton Jelinek, who had rented his homestead and come to town, was the proprietor. In his saloon there were long tables where the Bohemian and German farmers could eat the lunches they brought from home while they drank their beer. Jelinek kept rye bread... | I continued to champion Ántonia. What was there for me to do after supper? Usually I had learned next day’s lessons by the time I left the school building, and I could n’t sit still and read forever. In the evening I used to prowl about, hunting for diversion. There lay the familiar streets, frozen with snow or liquid ... | Tiny, if I turn out to be a regular devil of a fellow?” They laughed until a glance from Norwegian Anna checked them; the High-School Principal had just come into the front part of the shop to buy bread for supper. Anna knew the whisper was going about that I was a sly one. People said there must be something queer abo... | to care about nothing but picnics and parties and having a good time. When she was not going to a dance, she sewed until midnight. Her new clothes were the subject of caustic comment. Under Lena’s direction she copied Mrs. Gardener’s new party dress and Mrs. Smith’s street costume so ingeniously in cheap materials that... | and then baptize the babies.” Norwegian Anna, always dignified, looked at her reprovingly. “Baptists don’t believe in christening babies, do they, Jim?” I told her I did n’t know what they believed, and did n’t care, and that I certainly was n’t going to be a preacher. “That’s too bad,” Tiny simpered. She was in a teas... | My Antonia |
So I was shut out of that. One could hang about the drug-store, and listen to the old men who sat there every evening, talking politics and telling raw stories. One could go to the cigar factory and chat with the old German who raised canaries for sale, and look at his stuffed birds. But whatever you began with him, t... | No speaker | me in bad with him.”<|quote|>So I was shut out of that. One could hang about the drug-store, and listen to the old men who sat there every evening, talking politics and telling raw stories. One could go to the cigar factory and chat with the old German who raised canaries for sale, and look at his stuffed birds. But w... | like it, and it puts me in bad with him.”<|quote|>So I was shut out of that. One could hang about the drug-store, and listen to the old men who sat there every evening, talking politics and telling raw stories. One could go to the cigar factory and chat with the old German who raised canaries for sale, and look at his... | and I always like to see you. But you know how the church people think about saloons. Your grandpa has always treated me fine, and I don’t like to have you come into my place, because I know he don’t like it, and it puts me in bad with him.”<|quote|>So I was shut out of that. One could hang about the drug-store, and l... | on hand, and smoked fish and strong imported cheeses to please the foreign palate. I liked to drop into his bar-room and listen to the talk. But one day he overtook me on the street and clapped me on the shoulder. “Jim,” he said, “I am good friends with you and I always like to see you. But you know how the church peop... | snow or liquid with mud. They led to the houses of good people who were putting the babies to bed, or simply sitting still before the parlor stove, digesting their supper. Black Hawk had two saloons. One of them was admitted, even by the church people, to be as respectable as a saloon could be. Handsome Anton Jelinek, ... | there must be something queer about a boy who showed no interest in girls of his own age, but who could be lively enough when he was with Tony and Lena or the three Marys. The enthusiasm for the dance, which the Vannis had kindled, did not at once die out. After the tent left town, the Euchre Club became the Owl Club, ... | ladies were greatly annoyed, and Mrs. Cutter, who was jealous of them, was secretly pleased. Tony wore gloves now, and high-heeled shoes and feathered bonnets, and she went downtown nearly every afternoon with Tiny and Lena and the Marshalls’ Norwegian Anna. We High-School boys used to linger on the playground at the a... | still and read forever. In the evening I used to prowl about, hunting for diversion. There lay the familiar streets, frozen with snow or liquid with mud. They led to the houses of good people who were putting the babies to bed, or simply sitting still before the parlor stove, digesting their supper. Black Hawk had two ... | My Antonia |
He was sure to bring out his pictures of actresses and dancers. He got them with cigarette coupons, and nearly smoked himself to death to possess these desired forms and faces. For a change, one could talk to the station agent; but he was another malcontent; spent all his spare time writing letters to officials request... | No speaker | “where there was some life.”<|quote|>He was sure to bring out his pictures of actresses and dancers. He got them with cigarette coupons, and nearly smoked himself to death to possess these desired forms and faces. For a change, one could talk to the station agent; but he was another malcontent; spent all his spare time... | transferred to Omaha or Denver, “where there was some life.”<|quote|>He was sure to bring out his pictures of actresses and dancers. He got them with cigarette coupons, and nearly smoked himself to death to possess these desired forms and faces. For a change, one could talk to the station agent; but he was another malc... | began with him, the talk went back to taxidermy. There was the depot, of course; I often went down to see the night train come in, and afterward sat awhile with the disconsolate telegrapher who was always hoping to be transferred to Omaha or Denver, “where there was some life.”<|quote|>He was sure to bring out his pict... | One could hang about the drug-store, and listen to the old men who sat there every evening, talking politics and telling raw stories. One could go to the cigar factory and chat with the old German who raised canaries for sale, and look at his stuffed birds. But whatever you began with him, the talk went back to taxider... | imported cheeses to please the foreign palate. I liked to drop into his bar-room and listen to the talk. But one day he overtook me on the street and clapped me on the shoulder. “Jim,” he said, “I am good friends with you and I always like to see you. But you know how the church people think about saloons. Your grandpa... | in Black Hawk, answering to my name at roll-call every morning, rising from my desk at the sound of a bell and marching out like the grammar-school children. Mrs. Harling was a little cool toward me, because I continued to champion Ántonia. What was there for me to do after supper? Usually I had learned next day’s less... | got away from school early. Sometimes I overtook the girls downtown and coaxed them into the ice-cream parlor, where they would sit chattering and laughing, telling me all the news from the country. I remember how angry Tiny Soderball made me one afternoon. She declared she had heard grandmother was going to make a Bap... | next day’s lessons by the time I left the school building, and I could n’t sit still and read forever. In the evening I used to prowl about, hunting for diversion. There lay the familiar streets, frozen with snow or liquid with mud. They led to the houses of good people who were putting the babies to bed, or simply sit... | My Antonia |
These were the distractions I had to choose from. There were no other lights burning downtown after nine o’clock. On starlight nights I used to pace up and down those long, cold streets, scowling at the little, sleeping houses on either side, with their storm-windows and covered back porches. They were flimsy shelters,... | No speaker | since he’d lost his twins.”<|quote|>These were the distractions I had to choose from. There were no other lights burning downtown after nine o’clock. On starlight nights I used to pace up and down those long, cold streets, scowling at the little, sleeping houses on either side, with their storm-windows and covered back... | him but trout streams, ever since he’d lost his twins.”<|quote|>These were the distractions I had to choose from. There were no other lights burning downtown after nine o’clock. On starlight nights I used to pace up and down those long, cold streets, scowling at the little, sleeping houses on either side, with their st... | he was another malcontent; spent all his spare time writing letters to officials requesting a transfer. He wanted to get back to Wyoming where he could go trout-fishing on Sundays. He used to say “there was nothing in life for him but trout streams, ever since he’d lost his twins.”<|quote|>These were the distractions I... | Omaha or Denver, “where there was some life.” He was sure to bring out his pictures of actresses and dancers. He got them with cigarette coupons, and nearly smoked himself to death to possess these desired forms and faces. For a change, one could talk to the station agent; but he was another malcontent; spent all his s... | him.” So I was shut out of that. One could hang about the drug-store, and listen to the old men who sat there every evening, talking politics and telling raw stories. One could go to the cigar factory and chat with the old German who raised canaries for sale, and look at his stuffed birds. But whatever you began with ... | with snow or liquid with mud. They led to the houses of good people who were putting the babies to bed, or simply sitting still before the parlor stove, digesting their supper. Black Hawk had two saloons. One of them was admitted, even by the church people, to be as respectable as a saloon could be. Handsome Anton Jeli... | want you to marry me. You must promise to marry us all, and then baptize the babies.” Norwegian Anna, always dignified, looked at her reprovingly. “Baptists don’t believe in christening babies, do they, Jim?” I told her I did n’t know what they believed, and did n’t care, and that I certainly was n’t going to be a prea... | their supper. Black Hawk had two saloons. One of them was admitted, even by the church people, to be as respectable as a saloon could be. Handsome Anton Jelinek, who had rented his homestead and come to town, was the proprietor. In his saloon there were long tables where the Bohemian and German farmers could eat the lu... | My Antonia |
“the Owls,” | No speaker | After I refused to join<|quote|>“the Owls,”</|quote|>as they were called, I | night all was dark again. After I refused to join<|quote|>“the Owls,”</|quote|>as they were called, I made a bold resolve to | wasteful, consuming process of life went on at all. On Tuesday nights the Owl Club danced; then there was a little stir in the streets, and here and there one could see a lighted window until midnight. But the next night all was dark again. After I refused to join<|quote|>“the Owls,”</|quote|>as they were called, I mad... | in those houses, I thought, tried to live like the mice in their own kitchens; to make no noise, to leave no trace, to slip over the surface of things in the dark. The growing piles of ashes and cinders in the back yards were the only evidence that the wasteful, consuming process of life went on at all. On Tuesday nigh... | of them poorly built of light wood, with spindle porch-posts horribly mutilated by the turning-lathe. Yet for all their frailness, how much jealousy and envy and unhappiness some of them managed to contain! The life that went on in them seemed to me made up of evasions and negations; shifts to save cooking, to save was... | birds. But whatever you began with him, the talk went back to taxidermy. There was the depot, of course; I often went down to see the night train come in, and afterward sat awhile with the disconsolate telegrapher who was always hoping to be transferred to Omaha or Denver, “where there was some life.” He was sure to br... | tent left town, the Euchre Club became the Owl Club, and gave dances in the Masonic Hall once a week. I was invited to join, but declined. I was moody and restless that winter, and tired of the people I saw every day. Charley Harling was already at Annapolis, while I was still sitting in Black Hawk, answering to my nam... | He wanted to get back to Wyoming where he could go trout-fishing on Sundays. He used to say “there was nothing in life for him but trout streams, ever since he’d lost his twins.” These were the distractions I had to choose from. There were no other lights burning downtown after nine o’clock. On starlight nights I used ... | My Antonia |
as they were called, I made a bold resolve to go to the Saturday night dances at Firemen’s Hall. I knew it would be useless to acquaint my elders with any such plan. Grandfather did n’t approve of dancing anyway; he would only say that if I wanted to dance I could go to the Masonic Hall, among | No speaker | refused to join “the Owls,”<|quote|>as they were called, I made a bold resolve to go to the Saturday night dances at Firemen’s Hall. I knew it would be useless to acquaint my elders with any such plan. Grandfather did n’t approve of dancing anyway; he would only say that if I wanted to dance I could go to the Masonic H... | was dark again. After I refused to join “the Owls,”<|quote|>as they were called, I made a bold resolve to go to the Saturday night dances at Firemen’s Hall. I knew it would be useless to acquaint my elders with any such plan. Grandfather did n’t approve of dancing anyway; he would only say that if I wanted to dance I c... | process of life went on at all. On Tuesday nights the Owl Club danced; then there was a little stir in the streets, and here and there one could see a lighted window until midnight. But the next night all was dark again. After I refused to join “the Owls,”<|quote|>as they were called, I made a bold resolve to go to the... | houses, I thought, tried to live like the mice in their own kitchens; to make no noise, to leave no trace, to slip over the surface of things in the dark. The growing piles of ashes and cinders in the back yards were the only evidence that the wasteful, consuming process of life went on at all. On Tuesday nights the Ow... | poorly built of light wood, with spindle porch-posts horribly mutilated by the turning-lathe. Yet for all their frailness, how much jealousy and envy and unhappiness some of them managed to contain! The life that went on in them seemed to me made up of evasions and negations; shifts to save cooking, to save washing and... | whatever you began with him, the talk went back to taxidermy. There was the depot, of course; I often went down to see the night train come in, and afterward sat awhile with the disconsolate telegrapher who was always hoping to be transferred to Omaha or Denver, “where there was some life.” He was sure to bring out his... | town, the Euchre Club became the Owl Club, and gave dances in the Masonic Hall once a week. I was invited to join, but declined. I was moody and restless that winter, and tired of the people I saw every day. Charley Harling was already at Annapolis, while I was still sitting in Black Hawk, answering to my name at roll-... | and listen to the talk. But one day he overtook me on the street and clapped me on the shoulder. “Jim,” he said, “I am good friends with you and I always like to see you. But you know how the church people think about saloons. Your grandpa has always treated me fine, and I don’t like to have you come into my place, bec... | My Antonia |
“the people we knew.” | Grandfather | to the Masonic Hall, among<|quote|>“the people we knew.”</|quote|>It was just my point | to dance I could go to the Masonic Hall, among<|quote|>“the people we knew.”</|quote|>It was just my point that I saw altogether too | resolve to go to the Saturday night dances at Firemen’s Hall. I knew it would be useless to acquaint my elders with any such plan. Grandfather did n’t approve of dancing anyway; he would only say that if I wanted to dance I could go to the Masonic Hall, among<|quote|>“the people we knew.”</|quote|>It was just my point ... | Tuesday nights the Owl Club danced; then there was a little stir in the streets, and here and there one could see a lighted window until midnight. But the next night all was dark again. After I refused to join “the Owls,” as they were called, I made a bold resolve to go to the Saturday night dances at Firemen’s Hall. I... | propitiate the tongue of gossip. This guarded mode of existence was like living under a tyranny. People’s speech, their voices, their very glances, became furtive and repressed. Every individual taste, every natural appetite, was bridled by caution. The people asleep in those houses, I thought, tried to live like the m... | his pictures of actresses and dancers. He got them with cigarette coupons, and nearly smoked himself to death to possess these desired forms and faces. For a change, one could talk to the station agent; but he was another malcontent; spent all his spare time writing letters to officials requesting a transfer. He wanted... | name at roll-call every morning, rising from my desk at the sound of a bell and marching out like the grammar-school children. Mrs. Harling was a little cool toward me, because I continued to champion Ántonia. What was there for me to do after supper? Usually I had learned next day’s lessons by the time I left the scho... | day he overtook me on the street and clapped me on the shoulder. “Jim,” he said, “I am good friends with you and I always like to see you. But you know how the church people think about saloons. Your grandpa has always treated me fine, and I don’t like to have you come into my place, because I know he don’t like it, an... | My Antonia |
It was just my point that I saw altogether too much of the people we knew. My bedroom was on the ground floor, and as I studied there, I had a stove in it. I used to retire to my room early on Saturday night, change my shirt and collar and put on my Sunday coat. I waited until all was quiet and the old people were asl... | No speaker | among “the people we knew.”<|quote|>It was just my point that I saw altogether too much of the people we knew. My bedroom was on the ground floor, and as I studied there, I had a stove in it. I used to retire to my room early on Saturday night, change my shirt and collar and put on my Sunday coat. I waited until all w... | go to the Masonic Hall, among “the people we knew.”<|quote|>It was just my point that I saw altogether too much of the people we knew. My bedroom was on the ground floor, and as I studied there, I had a stove in it. I used to retire to my room early on Saturday night, change my shirt and collar and put on my Sunday co... | the Saturday night dances at Firemen’s Hall. I knew it would be useless to acquaint my elders with any such plan. Grandfather did n’t approve of dancing anyway; he would only say that if I wanted to dance I could go to the Masonic Hall, among “the people we knew.”<|quote|>It was just my point that I saw altogether too ... | Club danced; then there was a little stir in the streets, and here and there one could see a lighted window until midnight. But the next night all was dark again. After I refused to join “the Owls,” as they were called, I made a bold resolve to go to the Saturday night dances at Firemen’s Hall. I knew it would be usele... | gossip. This guarded mode of existence was like living under a tyranny. People’s speech, their voices, their very glances, became furtive and repressed. Every individual taste, every natural appetite, was bridled by caution. The people asleep in those houses, I thought, tried to live like the mice in their own kitchens... | and dancers. He got them with cigarette coupons, and nearly smoked himself to death to possess these desired forms and faces. For a change, one could talk to the station agent; but he was another malcontent; spent all his spare time writing letters to officials requesting a transfer. He wanted to get back to Wyoming wh... | morning, rising from my desk at the sound of a bell and marching out like the grammar-school children. Mrs. Harling was a little cool toward me, because I continued to champion Ántonia. What was there for me to do after supper? Usually I had learned next day’s lessons by the time I left the school building, and I could... | I had to choose from. There were no other lights burning downtown after nine o’clock. On starlight nights I used to pace up and down those long, cold streets, scowling at the little, sleeping houses on either side, with their storm-windows and covered back porches. They were flimsy shelters, most of them poorly built o... | My Antonia |
On summer afternoons he used to sit for hours on the sidewalk in front of his laundry, his newspaper lying on his knee, watching his girls through the big open window while they ironed and talked in Danish. The clouds of white dust that blew up the street, the gusts of hot wind that withered his vegetable garden, never... | No speaker | up for it ever since.”<|quote|>On summer afternoons he used to sit for hours on the sidewalk in front of his laundry, his newspaper lying on his knee, watching his girls through the big open window while they ironed and talked in Danish. The clouds of white dust that blew up the street, the gusts of hot wind that withe... | had been “trying to make up for it ever since.”<|quote|>On summer afternoons he used to sit for hours on the sidewalk in front of his laundry, his newspaper lying on his knee, watching his girls through the big open window while they ironed and talked in Danish. The clouds of white dust that blew up the street, the gus... | old fellow, who paid his girls well, looked out for them, and gave them a good home. He told me once that his own daughter died just as she was getting old enough to help her mother, and that he had been “trying to make up for it ever since.”<|quote|>On summer afternoons he used to sit for hours on the sidewalk in fron... | and Tiny were always there, and the three Bohemian Marys, and the Danish laundry girls. The four Danish girls lived with the laundryman and his wife in their house behind the laundry, with a big garden where the clothes were hung out to dry. The laundryman was a kind, wise old fellow, who paid his girls well, looked ou... | I waited until all was quiet and the old people were asleep, then raised my window, climbed out, and went softly through the yard. The first time I deceived my grandparents I felt rather shabby, perhaps even the second time, but I soon ceased to think about it. The dance at the Firemen’s Hall was the one thing I looked... | leave no trace, to slip over the surface of things in the dark. The growing piles of ashes and cinders in the back yards were the only evidence that the wasteful, consuming process of life went on at all. On Tuesday nights the Owl Club danced; then there was a little stir in the streets, and here and there one could se... | fine, and I don’t like to have you come into my place, because I know he don’t like it, and it puts me in bad with him.” So I was shut out of that. One could hang about the drug-store, and listen to the old men who sat there every evening, talking politics and telling raw stories. One could go to the cigar factory and... | change my shirt and collar and put on my Sunday coat. I waited until all was quiet and the old people were asleep, then raised my window, climbed out, and went softly through the yard. The first time I deceived my grandparents I felt rather shabby, perhaps even the second time, but I soon ceased to think about it. The ... | My Antonia |
“Home, Sweet Home,” | No speaker | of sachet powder. To dance<|quote|>“Home, Sweet Home,”</|quote|>with Lena was like coming | she exhaled a heavy perfume of sachet powder. To dance<|quote|>“Home, Sweet Home,”</|quote|>with Lena was like coming in with the tide. She | shoulder. She smiled if one spoke to her, but seldom answered. The music seemed to put her into a soft, waking dream, and her violet-colored eyes looked sleepily and confidingly at one from under her long lashes. When she sighed she exhaled a heavy perfume of sachet powder. To dance<|quote|>“Home, Sweet Home,”</|quote|... | that had been put away with rosemary leaves from Mr. Jensen’s garden. There were never girls enough to go round at those dances, but every one wanted a turn with Tony and Lena. Lena moved without exertion, rather indolently, and her hand often accented the rhythm softly on her partner’s shoulder. She smiled if one spok... | his suds and sunny drying-lines. His girls never looked so pretty at the dances as they did standing by the ironing-board, or over the tubs, washing the fine pieces, their white arms and throats bare, their cheeks bright as the brightest wild roses, their gold hair moist with the steam or the heat and curling in little... | Lena and Tiny were always there, and the three Bohemian Marys, and the Danish laundry girls. The four Danish girls lived with the laundryman and his wife in their house behind the laundry, with a big garden where the clothes were hung out to dry. The laundryman was a kind, wise old fellow, who paid his girls well, look... | frailness, how much jealousy and envy and unhappiness some of them managed to contain! The life that went on in them seemed to me made up of evasions and negations; shifts to save cooking, to save washing and cleaning, devices to propitiate the tongue of gossip. This guarded mode of existence was like living under a ty... | the Danish laundry girls. The four Danish girls lived with the laundryman and his wife in their house behind the laundry, with a big garden where the clothes were hung out to dry. The laundryman was a kind, wise old fellow, who paid his girls well, looked out for them, and gave them a good home. He told me once that hi... | My Antonia |
with Lena was like coming in with the tide. She danced every dance like a waltz, and it was always the same waltz—the waltz of coming home to something, of inevitable, fated return. After a while one got restless under it, as one does under the heat of a soft, sultry summer day. When you spun out into the floor with T... | No speaker | To dance “Home, Sweet Home,”<|quote|>with Lena was like coming in with the tide. She danced every dance like a waltz, and it was always the same waltz—the waltz of coming home to something, of inevitable, fated return. After a while one got restless under it, as one does under the heat of a soft, sultry summer day. Wh... | heavy perfume of sachet powder. To dance “Home, Sweet Home,”<|quote|>with Lena was like coming in with the tide. She danced every dance like a waltz, and it was always the same waltz—the waltz of coming home to something, of inevitable, fated return. After a while one got restless under it, as one does under the heat o... | if one spoke to her, but seldom answered. The music seemed to put her into a soft, waking dream, and her violet-colored eyes looked sleepily and confidingly at one from under her long lashes. When she sighed she exhaled a heavy perfume of sachet powder. To dance “Home, Sweet Home,”<|quote|>with Lena was like coming in ... | put away with rosemary leaves from Mr. Jensen’s garden. There were never girls enough to go round at those dances, but every one wanted a turn with Tony and Lena. Lena moved without exertion, rather indolently, and her hand often accented the rhythm softly on her partner’s shoulder. She smiled if one spoke to her, but ... | sunny drying-lines. His girls never looked so pretty at the dances as they did standing by the ironing-board, or over the tubs, washing the fine pieces, their white arms and throats bare, their cheeks bright as the brightest wild roses, their gold hair moist with the steam or the heat and curling in little damp spirals... | were always there, and the three Bohemian Marys, and the Danish laundry girls. The four Danish girls lived with the laundryman and his wife in their house behind the laundry, with a big garden where the clothes were hung out to dry. The laundryman was a kind, wise old fellow, who paid his girls well, looked out for the... | jealousy and envy and unhappiness some of them managed to contain! The life that went on in them seemed to me made up of evasions and negations; shifts to save cooking, to save washing and cleaning, devices to propitiate the tongue of gossip. This guarded mode of existence was like living under a tyranny. People’s spee... | stove in it. I used to retire to my room early on Saturday night, change my shirt and collar and put on my Sunday coat. I waited until all was quiet and the old people were asleep, then raised my window, climbed out, and went softly through the yard. The first time I deceived my grandparents I felt rather shabby, perha... | My Antonia |
“Why, sure, Jim.” | Antonia | she must kiss me good-night.<|quote|>“Why, sure, Jim.”</|quote|>A moment later she drew | the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night.<|quote|>“Why, sure, Jim.”</|quote|>A moment later she drew her face away and whispered | cheeks never changed. One evening when Donovan was out on his run, Ántonia came to the hall with Norwegian Anna and her young man, and that night I took her home. When we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night.<|quote|>“Why, sure, Jim.”</|quote|>A moment later she... | said. I remember how admiringly all the boys looked at her the night she first wore her velveteen dress, made like Mrs. Gardener’s black velvet. She was lovely to see, with her eyes shining, and her lips always a little parted when she danced. That constant, dark color in her cheeks never changed. One evening when Dono... | You set out every time upon a new adventure. I liked to schottische with her; she had so much spring and variety, and was always putting in new steps and slides. She taught me to dance against and around the hard-and-fast beat of the music. If, instead of going to the end of the railroad, old Mr. Shimerda had stayed in... | so ambitious as Tony or Lena; but they were kind, simple girls and they were always happy. When one danced with them, one smelled their clean, freshly ironed clothes that had been put away with rosemary leaves from Mr. Jensen’s garden. There were never girls enough to go round at those dances, but every one wanted a tu... | studied there, I had a stove in it. I used to retire to my room early on Saturday night, change my shirt and collar and put on my Sunday coat. I waited until all was quiet and the old people were asleep, then raised my window, climbed out, and went softly through the yard. The first time I deceived my grandparents I fe... | died just as she was getting old enough to help her mother, and that he had been “trying to make up for it ever since.” On summer afternoons he used to sit for hours on the sidewalk in front of his laundry, his newspaper lying on his knee, watching his girls through the big open window while they ironed and talked in D... | My Antonia |
A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly, | No speaker | me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.”<|quote|>A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly,</|quote|>“Why, Jim! You know you | told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.”<|quote|>A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly,</|quote|>“Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kiss me | One evening when Donovan was out on his run, Ántonia came to the hall with Norwegian Anna and her young man, and that night I took her home. When we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.”<|quote|>A moment later she drew her face away and whisper... | how admiringly all the boys looked at her the night she first wore her velveteen dress, made like Mrs. Gardener’s black velvet. She was lovely to see, with her eyes shining, and her lips always a little parted when she danced. That constant, dark color in her cheeks never changed. One evening when Donovan was out on hi... | every time upon a new adventure. I liked to schottische with her; she had so much spring and variety, and was always putting in new steps and slides. She taught me to dance against and around the hard-and-fast beat of the music. If, instead of going to the end of the railroad, old Mr. Shimerda had stayed in New York an... | Tony or Lena; but they were kind, simple girls and they were always happy. When one danced with them, one smelled their clean, freshly ironed clothes that had been put away with rosemary leaves from Mr. Jensen’s garden. There were never girls enough to go round at those dances, but every one wanted a turn with Tony and... | had a stove in it. I used to retire to my room early on Saturday night, change my shirt and collar and put on my Sunday coat. I waited until all was quiet and the old people were asleep, then raised my window, climbed out, and went softly through the yard. The first time I deceived my grandparents I felt rather shabby,... | or over the tubs, washing the fine pieces, their white arms and throats bare, their cheeks bright as the brightest wild roses, their gold hair moist with the steam or the heat and curling in little damp spirals about their ears. They had not learned much English, and were not so ambitious as Tony or Lena; but they were... | My Antonia |
“Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother on you!” | Antonia | face away and whispered indignantly,<|quote|>“Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother on you!”</|quote|>“Lena Lingard lets me kiss | moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly,<|quote|>“Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother on you!”</|quote|>“Lena Lingard lets me kiss her,” I retorted, “and I’m | to the hall with Norwegian Anna and her young man, and that night I took her home. When we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.” A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly,<|quote|>“Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kis... | first wore her velveteen dress, made like Mrs. Gardener’s black velvet. She was lovely to see, with her eyes shining, and her lips always a little parted when she danced. That constant, dark color in her cheeks never changed. One evening when Donovan was out on his run, Ántonia came to the hall with Norwegian Anna and ... | her; she had so much spring and variety, and was always putting in new steps and slides. She taught me to dance against and around the hard-and-fast beat of the music. If, instead of going to the end of the railroad, old Mr. Shimerda had stayed in New York and picked up a living with his fiddle, how different Ántonia’s... | were always happy. When one danced with them, one smelled their clean, freshly ironed clothes that had been put away with rosemary leaves from Mr. Jensen’s garden. There were never girls enough to go round at those dances, but every one wanted a turn with Tony and Lena. Lena moved without exertion, rather indolently, a... | room early on Saturday night, change my shirt and collar and put on my Sunday coat. I waited until all was quiet and the old people were asleep, then raised my window, climbed out, and went softly through the yard. The first time I deceived my grandparents I felt rather shabby, perhaps even the second time, but I soon ... | if one spoke to her, but seldom answered. The music seemed to put her into a soft, waking dream, and her violet-colored eyes looked sleepily and confidingly at one from under her long lashes. When she sighed she exhaled a heavy perfume of sachet powder. To dance “Home, Sweet Home,” with Lena was like coming in with the... | My Antonia |
“Lena Lingard lets me kiss her,” | Jim | tell your grandmother on you!”<|quote|>“Lena Lingard lets me kiss her,”</|quote|>I retorted, “and I’m not | kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother on you!”<|quote|>“Lena Lingard lets me kiss her,”</|quote|>I retorted, “and I’m not half as fond of her | we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.” A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly, “Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother on you!”<|quote|>“Lena Lingard lets me kiss her,”</|q... | eyes shining, and her lips always a little parted when she danced. That constant, dark color in her cheeks never changed. One evening when Donovan was out on his run, Ántonia came to the hall with Norwegian Anna and her young man, and that night I took her home. When we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the everg... | taught me to dance against and around the hard-and-fast beat of the music. If, instead of going to the end of the railroad, old Mr. Shimerda had stayed in New York and picked up a living with his fiddle, how different Ántonia’s life might have been! Ántonia often went to the dances with Larry Donovan, a passenger condu... | put away with rosemary leaves from Mr. Jensen’s garden. There were never girls enough to go round at those dances, but every one wanted a turn with Tony and Lena. Lena moved without exertion, rather indolently, and her hand often accented the rhythm softly on her partner’s shoulder. She smiled if one spoke to her, but ... | until all was quiet and the old people were asleep, then raised my window, climbed out, and went softly through the yard. The first time I deceived my grandparents I felt rather shabby, perhaps even the second time, but I soon ceased to think about it. The dance at the Firemen’s Hall was the one thing I looked forward ... | they were kind, simple girls and they were always happy. When one danced with them, one smelled their clean, freshly ironed clothes that had been put away with rosemary leaves from Mr. Jensen’s garden. There were never girls enough to go round at those dances, but every one wanted a turn with Tony and Lena. Lena moved ... | My Antonia |
I retorted, | No speaker | Lingard lets me kiss her,”<|quote|>I retorted,</|quote|>“and I’m not half as | your grandmother on you!” “Lena Lingard lets me kiss her,”<|quote|>I retorted,</|quote|>“and I’m not half as fond of her as I | sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.” A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly, “Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother on you!” “Lena Lingard lets me kiss her,”<|quote|>I retorted,</|quote|>“and I’m not... | a little parted when she danced. That constant, dark color in her cheeks never changed. One evening when Donovan was out on his run, Ántonia came to the hall with Norwegian Anna and her young man, and that night I took her home. When we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me... | around the hard-and-fast beat of the music. If, instead of going to the end of the railroad, old Mr. Shimerda had stayed in New York and picked up a living with his fiddle, how different Ántonia’s life might have been! Ántonia often went to the dances with Larry Donovan, a passenger conductor who was a kind of professi... | Mr. Jensen’s garden. There were never girls enough to go round at those dances, but every one wanted a turn with Tony and Lena. Lena moved without exertion, rather indolently, and her hand often accented the rhythm softly on her partner’s shoulder. She smiled if one spoke to her, but seldom answered. The music seemed t... | old people were asleep, then raised my window, climbed out, and went softly through the yard. The first time I deceived my grandparents I felt rather shabby, perhaps even the second time, but I soon ceased to think about it. The dance at the Firemen’s Hall was the one thing I looked forward to all the week. There I met... | but they were kind, simple girls and they were always happy. When one danced with them, one smelled their clean, freshly ironed clothes that had been put away with rosemary leaves from Mr. Jensen’s garden. There were never girls enough to go round at those dances, but every one wanted a turn with Tony and Lena. Lena mo... | My Antonia |
“and I’m not half as fond of her as I am of you.” | Jim | me kiss her,” I retorted,<|quote|>“and I’m not half as fond of her as I am of you.”</|quote|>“Lena does?” Tony gasped. “If | on you!” “Lena Lingard lets me kiss her,” I retorted,<|quote|>“and I’m not half as fond of her as I am of you.”</|quote|>“Lena does?” Tony gasped. “If she’s up to any of | the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.” A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly, “Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother on you!” “Lena Lingard lets me kiss her,” I retorted,<|quote|>“and I’m not half as fond of her a... | parted when she danced. That constant, dark color in her cheeks never changed. One evening when Donovan was out on his run, Ántonia came to the hall with Norwegian Anna and her young man, and that night I took her home. When we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-nig... | hard-and-fast beat of the music. If, instead of going to the end of the railroad, old Mr. Shimerda had stayed in New York and picked up a living with his fiddle, how different Ántonia’s life might have been! Ántonia often went to the dances with Larry Donovan, a passenger conductor who was a kind of professional ladies... | garden. There were never girls enough to go round at those dances, but every one wanted a turn with Tony and Lena. Lena moved without exertion, rather indolently, and her hand often accented the rhythm softly on her partner’s shoulder. She smiled if one spoke to her, but seldom answered. The music seemed to put her int... | were asleep, then raised my window, climbed out, and went softly through the yard. The first time I deceived my grandparents I felt rather shabby, perhaps even the second time, but I soon ceased to think about it. The dance at the Firemen’s Hall was the one thing I looked forward to all the week. There I met the same p... | in little damp spirals about their ears. They had not learned much English, and were not so ambitious as Tony or Lena; but they were kind, simple girls and they were always happy. When one danced with them, one smelled their clean, freshly ironed clothes that had been put away with rosemary leaves from Mr. Jensen’s gar... | My Antonia |
“Lena does?” | Antonia | as I am of you.”<|quote|>“Lena does?”</|quote|>Tony gasped. “If she’s up | half as fond of her as I am of you.”<|quote|>“Lena does?”</|quote|>Tony gasped. “If she’s up to any of her nonsense | A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly, “Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother on you!” “Lena Lingard lets me kiss her,” I retorted, “and I’m not half as fond of her as I am of you.”<|quote|>“Lena does?”</|quote|>Tony gasped. “If she’s up to any of ... | One evening when Donovan was out on his run, Ántonia came to the hall with Norwegian Anna and her young man, and that night I took her home. When we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.” A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indig... | the railroad, old Mr. Shimerda had stayed in New York and picked up a living with his fiddle, how different Ántonia’s life might have been! Ántonia often went to the dances with Larry Donovan, a passenger conductor who was a kind of professional ladies’ man, as we said. I remember how admiringly all the boys looked at ... | every one wanted a turn with Tony and Lena. Lena moved without exertion, rather indolently, and her hand often accented the rhythm softly on her partner’s shoulder. She smiled if one spoke to her, but seldom answered. The music seemed to put her into a soft, waking dream, and her violet-colored eyes looked sleepily and... | yard. The first time I deceived my grandparents I felt rather shabby, perhaps even the second time, but I soon ceased to think about it. The dance at the Firemen’s Hall was the one thing I looked forward to all the week. There I met the same people I used to see at the Vannis’ tent. Sometimes there were Bohemians from ... | tide. She danced every dance like a waltz, and it was always the same waltz—the waltz of coming home to something, of inevitable, fated return. After a while one got restless under it, as one does under the heat of a soft, sultry summer day. When you spun out into the floor with Tony, you did n’t return to anything. Yo... | My Antonia |
Tony gasped. | No speaker | am of you.” “Lena does?”<|quote|>Tony gasped.</|quote|>“If she’s up to any | fond of her as I am of you.” “Lena does?”<|quote|>Tony gasped.</|quote|>“If she’s up to any of her nonsense with you, | later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly, “Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother on you!” “Lena Lingard lets me kiss her,” I retorted, “and I’m not half as fond of her as I am of you.” “Lena does?”<|quote|>Tony gasped.</|quote|>“If she’s up to any of her nonse... | when Donovan was out on his run, Ántonia came to the hall with Norwegian Anna and her young man, and that night I took her home. When we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.” A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly, “Why... | old Mr. Shimerda had stayed in New York and picked up a living with his fiddle, how different Ántonia’s life might have been! Ántonia often went to the dances with Larry Donovan, a passenger conductor who was a kind of professional ladies’ man, as we said. I remember how admiringly all the boys looked at her the night ... | wanted a turn with Tony and Lena. Lena moved without exertion, rather indolently, and her hand often accented the rhythm softly on her partner’s shoulder. She smiled if one spoke to her, but seldom answered. The music seemed to put her into a soft, waking dream, and her violet-colored eyes looked sleepily and confiding... | first time I deceived my grandparents I felt rather shabby, perhaps even the second time, but I soon ceased to think about it. The dance at the Firemen’s Hall was the one thing I looked forward to all the week. There I met the same people I used to see at the Vannis’ tent. Sometimes there were Bohemians from Wilber, or... | Lena was like coming in with the tide. She danced every dance like a waltz, and it was always the same waltz—the waltz of coming home to something, of inevitable, fated return. After a while one got restless under it, as one does under the heat of a soft, sultry summer day. When you spun out into the floor with Tony, y... | My Antonia |
“If she’s up to any of her nonsense with you, I’ll scratch her eyes out!” | Antonia | you.” “Lena does?” Tony gasped.<|quote|>“If she’s up to any of her nonsense with you, I’ll scratch her eyes out!”</|quote|>She took my arm again | her as I am of you.” “Lena does?” Tony gasped.<|quote|>“If she’s up to any of her nonsense with you, I’ll scratch her eyes out!”</|quote|>She took my arm again and we walked out of | drew her face away and whispered indignantly, “Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother on you!” “Lena Lingard lets me kiss her,” I retorted, “and I’m not half as fond of her as I am of you.” “Lena does?” Tony gasped.<|quote|>“If she’s up to any of her nonsense with you, I’ll ... | was out on his run, Ántonia came to the hall with Norwegian Anna and her young man, and that night I took her home. When we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.” A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly, “Why, Jim! You kn... | Shimerda had stayed in New York and picked up a living with his fiddle, how different Ántonia’s life might have been! Ántonia often went to the dances with Larry Donovan, a passenger conductor who was a kind of professional ladies’ man, as we said. I remember how admiringly all the boys looked at her the night she firs... | turn with Tony and Lena. Lena moved without exertion, rather indolently, and her hand often accented the rhythm softly on her partner’s shoulder. She smiled if one spoke to her, but seldom answered. The music seemed to put her into a soft, waking dream, and her violet-colored eyes looked sleepily and confidingly at one... | I deceived my grandparents I felt rather shabby, perhaps even the second time, but I soon ceased to think about it. The dance at the Firemen’s Hall was the one thing I looked forward to all the week. There I met the same people I used to see at the Vannis’ tent. Sometimes there were Bohemians from Wilber, or German boy... | and curling in little damp spirals about their ears. They had not learned much English, and were not so ambitious as Tony or Lena; but they were kind, simple girls and they were always happy. When one danced with them, one smelled their clean, freshly ironed clothes that had been put away with rosemary leaves from Mr. ... | My Antonia |
She took my arm again and we walked out of the gate and up and down the sidewalk. | No speaker | I’ll scratch her eyes out!”<|quote|>She took my arm again and we walked out of the gate and up and down the sidewalk.</|quote|>“Now, don’t you go and | of her nonsense with you, I’ll scratch her eyes out!”<|quote|>She took my arm again and we walked out of the gate and up and down the sidewalk.</|quote|>“Now, don’t you go and be a fool like some | kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother on you!” “Lena Lingard lets me kiss her,” I retorted, “and I’m not half as fond of her as I am of you.” “Lena does?” Tony gasped. “If she’s up to any of her nonsense with you, I’ll scratch her eyes out!”<|quote|>She took my arm again and we walked out of the gate and up and... | young man, and that night I took her home. When we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.” A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly, “Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother on yo... | different Ántonia’s life might have been! Ántonia often went to the dances with Larry Donovan, a passenger conductor who was a kind of professional ladies’ man, as we said. I remember how admiringly all the boys looked at her the night she first wore her velveteen dress, made like Mrs. Gardener’s black velvet. She was ... | accented the rhythm softly on her partner’s shoulder. She smiled if one spoke to her, but seldom answered. The music seemed to put her into a soft, waking dream, and her violet-colored eyes looked sleepily and confidingly at one from under her long lashes. When she sighed she exhaled a heavy perfume of sachet powder. T... | soon ceased to think about it. The dance at the Firemen’s Hall was the one thing I looked forward to all the week. There I met the same people I used to see at the Vannis’ tent. Sometimes there were Bohemians from Wilber, or German boys who came down on the afternoon freight from Bismarck. Tony and Lena and Tiny were a... | the tubs, washing the fine pieces, their white arms and throats bare, their cheeks bright as the brightest wild roses, their gold hair moist with the steam or the heat and curling in little damp spirals about their ears. They had not learned much English, and were not so ambitious as Tony or Lena; but they were kind, s... | My Antonia |
“Now, don’t you go and be a fool like some of these town boys. You’re not going to sit around here and whittle store-boxes and tell stories all your life. You are going away to school and make something of yourself. I’m just awful proud of you. You won’t go and get mixed up with the Swedes, will you?” | Antonia | up and down the sidewalk.<|quote|>“Now, don’t you go and be a fool like some of these town boys. You’re not going to sit around here and whittle store-boxes and tell stories all your life. You are going away to school and make something of yourself. I’m just awful proud of you. You won’t go and get mixed up with the Sw... | out of the gate and up and down the sidewalk.<|quote|>“Now, don’t you go and be a fool like some of these town boys. You’re not going to sit around here and whittle store-boxes and tell stories all your life. You are going away to school and make something of yourself. I’m just awful proud of you. You won’t go and get ... | “and I’m not half as fond of her as I am of you.” “Lena does?” Tony gasped. “If she’s up to any of her nonsense with you, I’ll scratch her eyes out!” She took my arm again and we walked out of the gate and up and down the sidewalk.<|quote|>“Now, don’t you go and be a fool like some of these town boys. You’re not going ... | the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.” A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly, “Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother on you!” “Lena Lingard lets me kiss her,” I retorted, “and I’m not half as fond of her as I am o... | who was a kind of professional ladies’ man, as we said. I remember how admiringly all the boys looked at her the night she first wore her velveteen dress, made like Mrs. Gardener’s black velvet. She was lovely to see, with her eyes shining, and her lips always a little parted when she danced. That constant, dark color ... | The music seemed to put her into a soft, waking dream, and her violet-colored eyes looked sleepily and confidingly at one from under her long lashes. When she sighed she exhaled a heavy perfume of sachet powder. To dance “Home, Sweet Home,” with Lena was like coming in with the tide. She danced every dance like a waltz... | forward to all the week. There I met the same people I used to see at the Vannis’ tent. Sometimes there were Bohemians from Wilber, or German boys who came down on the afternoon freight from Bismarck. Tony and Lena and Tiny were always there, and the three Bohemian Marys, and the Danish laundry girls. The four Danish g... | at those dances, but every one wanted a turn with Tony and Lena. Lena moved without exertion, rather indolently, and her hand often accented the rhythm softly on her partner’s shoulder. She smiled if one spoke to her, but seldom answered. The music seemed to put her into a soft, waking dream, and her violet-colored eye... | My Antonia |
“I don’t care anything about any of them but you,” | Jim | with the Swedes, will you?”<|quote|>“I don’t care anything about any of them but you,”</|quote|>I said. “And you’ll always | go and get mixed up with the Swedes, will you?”<|quote|>“I don’t care anything about any of them but you,”</|quote|>I said. “And you’ll always treat me like a kid, | some of these town boys. You’re not going to sit around here and whittle store-boxes and tell stories all your life. You are going away to school and make something of yourself. I’m just awful proud of you. You won’t go and get mixed up with the Swedes, will you?”<|quote|>“I don’t care anything about any of them but yo... | I am of you.” “Lena does?” Tony gasped. “If she’s up to any of her nonsense with you, I’ll scratch her eyes out!” She took my arm again and we walked out of the gate and up and down the sidewalk. “Now, don’t you go and be a fool like some of these town boys. You’re not going to sit around here and whittle store-boxes a... | her cheeks never changed. One evening when Donovan was out on his run, Ántonia came to the hall with Norwegian Anna and her young man, and that night I took her home. When we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.” A moment later she drew her fac... | it was always the same waltz—the waltz of coming home to something, of inevitable, fated return. After a while one got restless under it, as one does under the heat of a soft, sultry summer day. When you spun out into the floor with Tony, you did n’t return to anything. You set out every time upon a new adventure. I li... | lived with the laundryman and his wife in their house behind the laundry, with a big garden where the clothes were hung out to dry. The laundryman was a kind, wise old fellow, who paid his girls well, looked out for them, and gave them a good home. He told me once that his own daughter died just as she was getting old ... | danced with them, one smelled their clean, freshly ironed clothes that had been put away with rosemary leaves from Mr. Jensen’s garden. There were never girls enough to go round at those dances, but every one wanted a turn with Tony and Lena. Lena moved without exertion, rather indolently, and her hand often accented t... | My Antonia |
I said. | No speaker | any of them but you,”<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>“And you’ll always treat me | “I don’t care anything about any of them but you,”<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>“And you’ll always treat me like a kid, I suppose.” | around here and whittle store-boxes and tell stories all your life. You are going away to school and make something of yourself. I’m just awful proud of you. You won’t go and get mixed up with the Swedes, will you?” “I don’t care anything about any of them but you,”<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>“And you’ll always treat me ... | up to any of her nonsense with you, I’ll scratch her eyes out!” She took my arm again and we walked out of the gate and up and down the sidewalk. “Now, don’t you go and be a fool like some of these town boys. You’re not going to sit around here and whittle store-boxes and tell stories all your life. You are going away ... | on his run, Ántonia came to the hall with Norwegian Anna and her young man, and that night I took her home. When we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.” A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly, “Why, Jim! You know you a... | to something, of inevitable, fated return. After a while one got restless under it, as one does under the heat of a soft, sultry summer day. When you spun out into the floor with Tony, you did n’t return to anything. You set out every time upon a new adventure. I liked to schottische with her; she had so much spring an... | behind the laundry, with a big garden where the clothes were hung out to dry. The laundryman was a kind, wise old fellow, who paid his girls well, looked out for them, and gave them a good home. He told me once that his own daughter died just as she was getting old enough to help her mother, and that he had been “tryin... | had so much spring and variety, and was always putting in new steps and slides. She taught me to dance against and around the hard-and-fast beat of the music. If, instead of going to the end of the railroad, old Mr. Shimerda had stayed in New York and picked up a living with his fiddle, how different Ántonia’s life mig... | My Antonia |
“And you’ll always treat me like a kid, I suppose.” | Jim | them but you,” I said.<|quote|>“And you’ll always treat me like a kid, I suppose.”</|quote|>She laughed and threw her | care anything about any of them but you,” I said.<|quote|>“And you’ll always treat me like a kid, I suppose.”</|quote|>She laughed and threw her arms around me. “I expect | and whittle store-boxes and tell stories all your life. You are going away to school and make something of yourself. I’m just awful proud of you. You won’t go and get mixed up with the Swedes, will you?” “I don’t care anything about any of them but you,” I said.<|quote|>“And you’ll always treat me like a kid, I suppose... | any of her nonsense with you, I’ll scratch her eyes out!” She took my arm again and we walked out of the gate and up and down the sidewalk. “Now, don’t you go and be a fool like some of these town boys. You’re not going to sit around here and whittle store-boxes and tell stories all your life. You are going away to sch... | run, Ántonia came to the hall with Norwegian Anna and her young man, and that night I took her home. When we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.” A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly, “Why, Jim! You know you ain’t ri... | of inevitable, fated return. After a while one got restless under it, as one does under the heat of a soft, sultry summer day. When you spun out into the floor with Tony, you did n’t return to anything. You set out every time upon a new adventure. I liked to schottische with her; she had so much spring and variety, and... | laundry, with a big garden where the clothes were hung out to dry. The laundryman was a kind, wise old fellow, who paid his girls well, looked out for them, and gave them a good home. He told me once that his own daughter died just as she was getting old enough to help her mother, and that he had been “trying to make u... | not learned much English, and were not so ambitious as Tony or Lena; but they were kind, simple girls and they were always happy. When one danced with them, one smelled their clean, freshly ironed clothes that had been put away with rosemary leaves from Mr. Jensen’s garden. There were never girls enough to go round at ... | My Antonia |
She laughed and threw her arms around me. | No speaker | like a kid, I suppose.”<|quote|>She laughed and threw her arms around me.</|quote|>“I expect I will, but | “And you’ll always treat me like a kid, I suppose.”<|quote|>She laughed and threw her arms around me.</|quote|>“I expect I will, but you’re a kid I’m awful | are going away to school and make something of yourself. I’m just awful proud of you. You won’t go and get mixed up with the Swedes, will you?” “I don’t care anything about any of them but you,” I said. “And you’ll always treat me like a kid, I suppose.”<|quote|>She laughed and threw her arms around me.</|quote|>“I exp... | out!” She took my arm again and we walked out of the gate and up and down the sidewalk. “Now, don’t you go and be a fool like some of these town boys. You’re not going to sit around here and whittle store-boxes and tell stories all your life. You are going away to school and make something of yourself. I’m just awful p... | her young man, and that night I took her home. When we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.” A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly, “Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother o... | under it, as one does under the heat of a soft, sultry summer day. When you spun out into the floor with Tony, you did n’t return to anything. You set out every time upon a new adventure. I liked to schottische with her; she had so much spring and variety, and was always putting in new steps and slides. She taught me t... | out to dry. The laundryman was a kind, wise old fellow, who paid his girls well, looked out for them, and gave them a good home. He told me once that his own daughter died just as she was getting old enough to help her mother, and that he had been “trying to make up for it ever since.” On summer afternoons he used to s... | the tide. She danced every dance like a waltz, and it was always the same waltz—the waltz of coming home to something, of inevitable, fated return. After a while one got restless under it, as one does under the heat of a soft, sultry summer day. When you spun out into the floor with Tony, you did n’t return to anything... | My Antonia |
“I expect I will, but you’re a kid I’m awful fond of, anyhow! You can like me all you want to, but if I see you hanging round with Lena much, I’ll go to your grandmother, as sure as your name’s Jim Burden! Lena’s all right, only—well, you know yourself she’s soft that way. She can’t help it. It’s natural to her.” | Antonia | threw her arms around me.<|quote|>“I expect I will, but you’re a kid I’m awful fond of, anyhow! You can like me all you want to, but if I see you hanging round with Lena much, I’ll go to your grandmother, as sure as your name’s Jim Burden! Lena’s all right, only—well, you know yourself she’s soft that way. She can’t he... | I suppose.” She laughed and threw her arms around me.<|quote|>“I expect I will, but you’re a kid I’m awful fond of, anyhow! You can like me all you want to, but if I see you hanging round with Lena much, I’ll go to your grandmother, as sure as your name’s Jim Burden! Lena’s all right, only—well, you know yourself she’s... | of yourself. I’m just awful proud of you. You won’t go and get mixed up with the Swedes, will you?” “I don’t care anything about any of them but you,” I said. “And you’ll always treat me like a kid, I suppose.” She laughed and threw her arms around me.<|quote|>“I expect I will, but you’re a kid I’m awful fond of, anyho... | walked out of the gate and up and down the sidewalk. “Now, don’t you go and be a fool like some of these town boys. You’re not going to sit around here and whittle store-boxes and tell stories all your life. You are going away to school and make something of yourself. I’m just awful proud of you. You won’t go and get m... | her home. When we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.” A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly, “Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother on you!” “Lena Lingard lets me kiss he... | of a soft, sultry summer day. When you spun out into the floor with Tony, you did n’t return to anything. You set out every time upon a new adventure. I liked to schottische with her; she had so much spring and variety, and was always putting in new steps and slides. She taught me to dance against and around the hard-a... | wise old fellow, who paid his girls well, looked out for them, and gave them a good home. He told me once that his own daughter died just as she was getting old enough to help her mother, and that he had been “trying to make up for it ever since.” On summer afternoons he used to sit for hours on the sidewalk in front o... | Larry Donovan, a passenger conductor who was a kind of professional ladies’ man, as we said. I remember how admiringly all the boys looked at her the night she first wore her velveteen dress, made like Mrs. Gardener’s black velvet. She was lovely to see, with her eyes shining, and her lips always a little parted when s... | My Antonia |
If she was proud of me, I was so proud of her that I carried my head high as I emerged from the dark cedars and shut the Cutters’ gate softly behind me. Her warm, sweet face, her kind arms, and the true heart in her; she was, oh, she was still my Ántonia! I looked with contempt at the dark, silent little houses about m... | No speaker | it. It’s natural to her.”<|quote|>If she was proud of me, I was so proud of her that I carried my head high as I emerged from the dark cedars and shut the Cutters’ gate softly behind me. Her warm, sweet face, her kind arms, and the true heart in her; she was, oh, she was still my Ántonia! I looked with contempt at the ... | that way. She can’t help it. It’s natural to her.”<|quote|>If she was proud of me, I was so proud of her that I carried my head high as I emerged from the dark cedars and shut the Cutters’ gate softly behind me. Her warm, sweet face, her kind arms, and the true heart in her; she was, oh, she was still my Ántonia! I loo... | anyhow! You can like me all you want to, but if I see you hanging round with Lena much, I’ll go to your grandmother, as sure as your name’s Jim Burden! Lena’s all right, only—well, you know yourself she’s soft that way. She can’t help it. It’s natural to her.”<|quote|>If she was proud of me, I was so proud of her that ... | get mixed up with the Swedes, will you?” “I don’t care anything about any of them but you,” I said. “And you’ll always treat me like a kid, I suppose.” She laughed and threw her arms around me. “I expect I will, but you’re a kid I’m awful fond of, anyhow! You can like me all you want to, but if I see you hanging round ... | I’m not half as fond of her as I am of you.” “Lena does?” Tony gasped. “If she’s up to any of her nonsense with you, I’ll scratch her eyes out!” She took my arm again and we walked out of the gate and up and down the sidewalk. “Now, don’t you go and be a fool like some of these town boys. You’re not going to sit around... | beat of the music. If, instead of going to the end of the railroad, old Mr. Shimerda had stayed in New York and picked up a living with his fiddle, how different Ántonia’s life might have been! Ántonia often went to the dances with Larry Donovan, a passenger conductor who was a kind of professional ladies’ man, as we s... | sidewalk in front of his laundry, his newspaper lying on his knee, watching his girls through the big open window while they ironed and talked in Danish. The clouds of white dust that blew up the street, the gusts of hot wind that withered his vegetable garden, never disturbed his calm. His droll expression seemed to s... | same waltz—the waltz of coming home to something, of inevitable, fated return. After a while one got restless under it, as one does under the heat of a soft, sultry summer day. When you spun out into the floor with Tony, you did n’t return to anything. You set out every time upon a new adventure. I liked to schottische... | My Antonia |
“Now they are all gone, and I can kiss you as much as I like.” | Lena | a soft sigh and said,<|quote|>“Now they are all gone, and I can kiss you as much as I like.”</|quote|>I used to wish I | me, turned to me with a soft sigh and said,<|quote|>“Now they are all gone, and I can kiss you as much as I like.”</|quote|>I used to wish I could have this flattering dream | of them. Lena Lingard came across the stubble barefoot, in a short skirt, with a curved reaping-hook in her hand, and she was flushed like the dawn, with a kind of luminous rosiness all about her. She sat down beside me, turned to me with a soft sigh and said,<|quote|>“Now they are all gone, and I can kiss you as much ... | used to do; climbing up the yellow mountains over and over, and slipping down the smooth sides into soft piles of chaff. One dream I dreamed a great many times, and it was always the same. I was in a harvest-field full of shocks, and I was lying against one of them. Lena Lingard came across the stubble barefoot, in a s... | my Ántonia! I looked with contempt at the dark, silent little houses about me as I walked home, and thought of the stupid young men who were asleep in some of them. I knew where the real women were, though I was only a boy; and I would not be afraid of them, either! I hated to enter the still house when I went home fro... | go and be a fool like some of these town boys. You’re not going to sit around here and whittle store-boxes and tell stories all your life. You are going away to school and make something of yourself. I’m just awful proud of you. You won’t go and get mixed up with the Swedes, will you?” “I don’t care anything about any ... | to put her into a soft, waking dream, and her violet-colored eyes looked sleepily and confidingly at one from under her long lashes. When she sighed she exhaled a heavy perfume of sachet powder. To dance “Home, Sweet Home,” with Lena was like coming in with the tide. She danced every dance like a waltz, and it was alwa... | soft that way. She can’t help it. It’s natural to her.” If she was proud of me, I was so proud of her that I carried my head high as I emerged from the dark cedars and shut the Cutters’ gate softly behind me. Her warm, sweet face, her kind arms, and the true heart in her; she was, oh, she was still my Ántonia! I looked... | My Antonia |
I used to wish I could have this flattering dream about Ántonia, but I never did. XIII I NOTICED one afternoon that grandmother had been crying. Her feet seemed to drag as she moved about the house, and I got up from the table where I was studying and went to her, asking if she did n’t feel well, and if I could n... | No speaker | as much as I like.”<|quote|>I used to wish I could have this flattering dream about Ántonia, but I never did. XIII I NOTICED one afternoon that grandmother had been crying. Her feet seemed to drag as she moved about the house, and I got up from the table where I was studying and went to her, asking if she did n’t... | and I can kiss you as much as I like.”<|quote|>I used to wish I could have this flattering dream about Ántonia, but I never did. XIII I NOTICED one afternoon that grandmother had been crying. Her feet seemed to drag as she moved about the house, and I got up from the table where I was studying and went to her, as... | curved reaping-hook in her hand, and she was flushed like the dawn, with a kind of luminous rosiness all about her. She sat down beside me, turned to me with a soft sigh and said, “Now they are all gone, and I can kiss you as much as I like.”<|quote|>I used to wish I could have this flattering dream about Ántonia, but ... | smooth sides into soft piles of chaff. One dream I dreamed a great many times, and it was always the same. I was in a harvest-field full of shocks, and I was lying against one of them. Lena Lingard came across the stubble barefoot, in a short skirt, with a curved reaping-hook in her hand, and she was flushed like the d... | I walked home, and thought of the stupid young men who were asleep in some of them. I knew where the real women were, though I was only a boy; and I would not be afraid of them, either! I hated to enter the still house when I went home from the dances, and it was long before I could get to sleep. Toward morning I used ... | sit around here and whittle store-boxes and tell stories all your life. You are going away to school and make something of yourself. I’m just awful proud of you. You won’t go and get mixed up with the Swedes, will you?” “I don’t care anything about any of them but you,” I said. “And you’ll always treat me like a kid, I... | confidingly at one from under her long lashes. When she sighed she exhaled a heavy perfume of sachet powder. To dance “Home, Sweet Home,” with Lena was like coming in with the tide. She danced every dance like a waltz, and it was always the same waltz—the waltz of coming home to something, of inevitable, fated return. ... | up and down the sidewalk. “Now, don’t you go and be a fool like some of these town boys. You’re not going to sit around here and whittle store-boxes and tell stories all your life. You are going away to school and make something of yourself. I’m just awful proud of you. You won’t go and get mixed up with the Swedes, wi... | My Antonia |
“No, thank you, Jim. I’m troubled, but I guess I’m well enough. Getting a little rusty in the bones, maybe,” | Grandmother | help her with her work.<|quote|>“No, thank you, Jim. I’m troubled, but I guess I’m well enough. Getting a little rusty in the bones, maybe,”</|quote|>she added bitterly. I stood | and if I could n’t help her with her work.<|quote|>“No, thank you, Jim. I’m troubled, but I guess I’m well enough. Getting a little rusty in the bones, maybe,”</|quote|>she added bitterly. I stood hesitating. “What are you fretting | one afternoon that grandmother had been crying. Her feet seemed to drag as she moved about the house, and I got up from the table where I was studying and went to her, asking if she did n’t feel well, and if I could n’t help her with her work.<|quote|>“No, thank you, Jim. I’m troubled, but I guess I’m well enough. Gett... | about her. She sat down beside me, turned to me with a soft sigh and said, “Now they are all gone, and I can kiss you as much as I like.” I used to wish I could have this flattering dream about Ántonia, but I never did. XIII I NOTICED one afternoon that grandmother had been crying. Her feet seemed to drag as she ... | pleasant dreams: sometimes Tony and I were out in the country, sliding down straw-stacks as we used to do; climbing up the yellow mountains over and over, and slipping down the smooth sides into soft piles of chaff. One dream I dreamed a great many times, and it was always the same. I was in a harvest-field full of sho... | around me. “I expect I will, but you’re a kid I’m awful fond of, anyhow! You can like me all you want to, but if I see you hanging round with Lena much, I’ll go to your grandmother, as sure as your name’s Jim Burden! Lena’s all right, only—well, you know yourself she’s soft that way. She can’t help it. It’s natural to ... | the heat of a soft, sultry summer day. When you spun out into the floor with Tony, you did n’t return to anything. You set out every time upon a new adventure. I liked to schottische with her; she had so much spring and variety, and was always putting in new steps and slides. She taught me to dance against and around t... | we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.” A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly, “Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother on you!” “Lena Lingard lets me kiss her,” I retorted,... | My Antonia |
she added bitterly. I stood hesitating. | No speaker | rusty in the bones, maybe,”<|quote|>she added bitterly. I stood hesitating.</|quote|>“What are you fretting about, | well enough. Getting a little rusty in the bones, maybe,”<|quote|>she added bitterly. I stood hesitating.</|quote|>“What are you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfather lost any | got up from the table where I was studying and went to her, asking if she did n’t feel well, and if I could n’t help her with her work. “No, thank you, Jim. I’m troubled, but I guess I’m well enough. Getting a little rusty in the bones, maybe,”<|quote|>she added bitterly. I stood hesitating.</|quote|>“What are you fre... | gone, and I can kiss you as much as I like.” I used to wish I could have this flattering dream about Ántonia, but I never did. XIII I NOTICED one afternoon that grandmother had been crying. Her feet seemed to drag as she moved about the house, and I got up from the table where I was studying and went to her, aski... | up the yellow mountains over and over, and slipping down the smooth sides into soft piles of chaff. One dream I dreamed a great many times, and it was always the same. I was in a harvest-field full of shocks, and I was lying against one of them. Lena Lingard came across the stubble barefoot, in a short skirt, with a cu... | you want to, but if I see you hanging round with Lena much, I’ll go to your grandmother, as sure as your name’s Jim Burden! Lena’s all right, only—well, you know yourself she’s soft that way. She can’t help it. It’s natural to her.” If she was proud of me, I was so proud of her that I carried my head high as I emerged ... | return to anything. You set out every time upon a new adventure. I liked to schottische with her; she had so much spring and variety, and was always putting in new steps and slides. She taught me to dance against and around the hard-and-fast beat of the music. If, instead of going to the end of the railroad, old Mr. Sh... | true heart in her; she was, oh, she was still my Ántonia! I looked with contempt at the dark, silent little houses about me as I walked home, and thought of the stupid young men who were asleep in some of them. I knew where the real women were, though I was only a boy; and I would not be afraid of them, either! I hated... | My Antonia |
“What are you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfather lost any money?” | Jim | added bitterly. I stood hesitating.<|quote|>“What are you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfather lost any money?”</|quote|>“No, it ain’t money. I | in the bones, maybe,” she added bitterly. I stood hesitating.<|quote|>“What are you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfather lost any money?”</|quote|>“No, it ain’t money. I wish it was. But I’ve | I was studying and went to her, asking if she did n’t feel well, and if I could n’t help her with her work. “No, thank you, Jim. I’m troubled, but I guess I’m well enough. Getting a little rusty in the bones, maybe,” she added bitterly. I stood hesitating.<|quote|>“What are you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfa... | as much as I like.” I used to wish I could have this flattering dream about Ántonia, but I never did. XIII I NOTICED one afternoon that grandmother had been crying. Her feet seemed to drag as she moved about the house, and I got up from the table where I was studying and went to her, asking if she did n’t feel we... | over, and slipping down the smooth sides into soft piles of chaff. One dream I dreamed a great many times, and it was always the same. I was in a harvest-field full of shocks, and I was lying against one of them. Lena Lingard came across the stubble barefoot, in a short skirt, with a curved reaping-hook in her hand, an... | see you hanging round with Lena much, I’ll go to your grandmother, as sure as your name’s Jim Burden! Lena’s all right, only—well, you know yourself she’s soft that way. She can’t help it. It’s natural to her.” If she was proud of me, I was so proud of her that I carried my head high as I emerged from the dark cedars a... | every time upon a new adventure. I liked to schottische with her; she had so much spring and variety, and was always putting in new steps and slides. She taught me to dance against and around the hard-and-fast beat of the music. If, instead of going to the end of the railroad, old Mr. Shimerda had stayed in New York an... | were asleep in some of them. I knew where the real women were, though I was only a boy; and I would not be afraid of them, either! I hated to enter the still house when I went home from the dances, and it was long before I could get to sleep. Toward morning I used to have pleasant dreams: sometimes Tony and I were out ... | My Antonia |
“No, it ain’t money. I wish it was. But I’ve heard things. You must ’a’ known it would come back to me sometime.” | Grandmother | Has grandfather lost any money?”<|quote|>“No, it ain’t money. I wish it was. But I’ve heard things. You must ’a’ known it would come back to me sometime.”</|quote|>She dropped into a chair, | are you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfather lost any money?”<|quote|>“No, it ain’t money. I wish it was. But I’ve heard things. You must ’a’ known it would come back to me sometime.”</|quote|>She dropped into a chair, and covering her face with | n’t feel well, and if I could n’t help her with her work. “No, thank you, Jim. I’m troubled, but I guess I’m well enough. Getting a little rusty in the bones, maybe,” she added bitterly. I stood hesitating. “What are you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfather lost any money?”<|quote|>“No, it ain’t money. I wish ... | have this flattering dream about Ántonia, but I never did. XIII I NOTICED one afternoon that grandmother had been crying. Her feet seemed to drag as she moved about the house, and I got up from the table where I was studying and went to her, asking if she did n’t feel well, and if I could n’t help her with her work. “N... | chaff. One dream I dreamed a great many times, and it was always the same. I was in a harvest-field full of shocks, and I was lying against one of them. Lena Lingard came across the stubble barefoot, in a short skirt, with a curved reaping-hook in her hand, and she was flushed like the dawn, with a kind of luminous ros... | grandmother, as sure as your name’s Jim Burden! Lena’s all right, only—well, you know yourself she’s soft that way. She can’t help it. It’s natural to her.” If she was proud of me, I was so proud of her that I carried my head high as I emerged from the dark cedars and shut the Cutters’ gate softly behind me. Her warm, ... | her; she had so much spring and variety, and was always putting in new steps and slides. She taught me to dance against and around the hard-and-fast beat of the music. If, instead of going to the end of the railroad, old Mr. Shimerda had stayed in New York and picked up a living with his fiddle, how different Ántonia’s... | you go and be a fool like some of these town boys. You’re not going to sit around here and whittle store-boxes and tell stories all your life. You are going away to school and make something of yourself. I’m just awful proud of you. You won’t go and get mixed up with the Swedes, will you?” “I don’t care anything about ... | My Antonia |
She dropped into a chair, and covering her face with her apron, began to cry. | No speaker | come back to me sometime.”<|quote|>She dropped into a chair, and covering her face with her apron, began to cry.</|quote|>“Jim,” she said, “I was | must ’a’ known it would come back to me sometime.”<|quote|>She dropped into a chair, and covering her face with her apron, began to cry.</|quote|>“Jim,” she said, “I was never one that claimed old | well enough. Getting a little rusty in the bones, maybe,” she added bitterly. I stood hesitating. “What are you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfather lost any money?” “No, it ain’t money. I wish it was. But I’ve heard things. You must ’a’ known it would come back to me sometime.”<|quote|>She dropped into a chai... | to drag as she moved about the house, and I got up from the table where I was studying and went to her, asking if she did n’t feel well, and if I could n’t help her with her work. “No, thank you, Jim. I’m troubled, but I guess I’m well enough. Getting a little rusty in the bones, maybe,” she added bitterly. I stood he... | and I was lying against one of them. Lena Lingard came across the stubble barefoot, in a short skirt, with a curved reaping-hook in her hand, and she was flushed like the dawn, with a kind of luminous rosiness all about her. She sat down beside me, turned to me with a soft sigh and said, “Now they are all gone, and I c... | It’s natural to her.” If she was proud of me, I was so proud of her that I carried my head high as I emerged from the dark cedars and shut the Cutters’ gate softly behind me. Her warm, sweet face, her kind arms, and the true heart in her; she was, oh, she was still my Ántonia! I looked with contempt at the dark, silent... | and around the hard-and-fast beat of the music. If, instead of going to the end of the railroad, old Mr. Shimerda had stayed in New York and picked up a living with his fiddle, how different Ántonia’s life might have been! Ántonia often went to the dances with Larry Donovan, a passenger conductor who was a kind of prof... | with you, I’ll scratch her eyes out!” She took my arm again and we walked out of the gate and up and down the sidewalk. “Now, don’t you go and be a fool like some of these town boys. You’re not going to sit around here and whittle store-boxes and tell stories all your life. You are going away to school and make somethi... | My Antonia |
“Jim,” | Grandmother | her apron, began to cry.<|quote|>“Jim,”</|quote|>she said, “I was never | and covering her face with her apron, began to cry.<|quote|>“Jim,”</|quote|>she said, “I was never one that claimed old folks | hesitating. “What are you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfather lost any money?” “No, it ain’t money. I wish it was. But I’ve heard things. You must ’a’ known it would come back to me sometime.” She dropped into a chair, and covering her face with her apron, began to cry.<|quote|>“Jim,”</|quote|>she said, “I was... | where I was studying and went to her, asking if she did n’t feel well, and if I could n’t help her with her work. “No, thank you, Jim. I’m troubled, but I guess I’m well enough. Getting a little rusty in the bones, maybe,” she added bitterly. I stood hesitating. “What are you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfath... | in a short skirt, with a curved reaping-hook in her hand, and she was flushed like the dawn, with a kind of luminous rosiness all about her. She sat down beside me, turned to me with a soft sigh and said, “Now they are all gone, and I can kiss you as much as I like.” I used to wish I could have this flattering dream ab... | her that I carried my head high as I emerged from the dark cedars and shut the Cutters’ gate softly behind me. Her warm, sweet face, her kind arms, and the true heart in her; she was, oh, she was still my Ántonia! I looked with contempt at the dark, silent little houses about me as I walked home, and thought of the stu... | of the railroad, old Mr. Shimerda had stayed in New York and picked up a living with his fiddle, how different Ántonia’s life might have been! Ántonia often went to the dances with Larry Donovan, a passenger conductor who was a kind of professional ladies’ man, as we said. I remember how admiringly all the boys looked ... | the yellow mountains over and over, and slipping down the smooth sides into soft piles of chaff. One dream I dreamed a great many times, and it was always the same. I was in a harvest-field full of shocks, and I was lying against one of them. Lena Lingard came across the stubble barefoot, in a short skirt, with a curve... | My Antonia |
she said, | No speaker | apron, began to cry. “Jim,”<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>“I was never one that | covering her face with her apron, began to cry. “Jim,”<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>“I was never one that claimed old folks could bring | “What are you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfather lost any money?” “No, it ain’t money. I wish it was. But I’ve heard things. You must ’a’ known it would come back to me sometime.” She dropped into a chair, and covering her face with her apron, began to cry. “Jim,”<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>“I was never one t... | I was studying and went to her, asking if she did n’t feel well, and if I could n’t help her with her work. “No, thank you, Jim. I’m troubled, but I guess I’m well enough. Getting a little rusty in the bones, maybe,” she added bitterly. I stood hesitating. “What are you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfather los... | a short skirt, with a curved reaping-hook in her hand, and she was flushed like the dawn, with a kind of luminous rosiness all about her. She sat down beside me, turned to me with a soft sigh and said, “Now they are all gone, and I can kiss you as much as I like.” I used to wish I could have this flattering dream about... | that I carried my head high as I emerged from the dark cedars and shut the Cutters’ gate softly behind me. Her warm, sweet face, her kind arms, and the true heart in her; she was, oh, she was still my Ántonia! I looked with contempt at the dark, silent little houses about me as I walked home, and thought of the stupid ... | the railroad, old Mr. Shimerda had stayed in New York and picked up a living with his fiddle, how different Ántonia’s life might have been! Ántonia often went to the dances with Larry Donovan, a passenger conductor who was a kind of professional ladies’ man, as we said. I remember how admiringly all the boys looked at ... | her that I carried my head high as I emerged from the dark cedars and shut the Cutters’ gate softly behind me. Her warm, sweet face, her kind arms, and the true heart in her; she was, oh, she was still my Ántonia! I looked with contempt at the dark, silent little houses about me as I walked home, and thought of the stu... | My Antonia |
“I was never one that claimed old folks could bring up their grandchildren. But it came about so; there was n’t any other way for you, it seemed like.” | Grandmother | to cry. “Jim,” she said,<|quote|>“I was never one that claimed old folks could bring up their grandchildren. But it came about so; there was n’t any other way for you, it seemed like.”</|quote|>I put my arms around | face with her apron, began to cry. “Jim,” she said,<|quote|>“I was never one that claimed old folks could bring up their grandchildren. But it came about so; there was n’t any other way for you, it seemed like.”</|quote|>I put my arms around her. I could n’t bear | you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfather lost any money?” “No, it ain’t money. I wish it was. But I’ve heard things. You must ’a’ known it would come back to me sometime.” She dropped into a chair, and covering her face with her apron, began to cry. “Jim,” she said,<|quote|>“I was never one that claimed old fol... | studying and went to her, asking if she did n’t feel well, and if I could n’t help her with her work. “No, thank you, Jim. I’m troubled, but I guess I’m well enough. Getting a little rusty in the bones, maybe,” she added bitterly. I stood hesitating. “What are you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfather lost any ... | skirt, with a curved reaping-hook in her hand, and she was flushed like the dawn, with a kind of luminous rosiness all about her. She sat down beside me, turned to me with a soft sigh and said, “Now they are all gone, and I can kiss you as much as I like.” I used to wish I could have this flattering dream about Ántonia... | carried my head high as I emerged from the dark cedars and shut the Cutters’ gate softly behind me. Her warm, sweet face, her kind arms, and the true heart in her; she was, oh, she was still my Ántonia! I looked with contempt at the dark, silent little houses about me as I walked home, and thought of the stupid young m... | old Mr. Shimerda had stayed in New York and picked up a living with his fiddle, how different Ántonia’s life might have been! Ántonia often went to the dances with Larry Donovan, a passenger conductor who was a kind of professional ladies’ man, as we said. I remember how admiringly all the boys looked at her the night ... | lying against one of them. Lena Lingard came across the stubble barefoot, in a short skirt, with a curved reaping-hook in her hand, and she was flushed like the dawn, with a kind of luminous rosiness all about her. She sat down beside me, turned to me with a soft sigh and said, “Now they are all gone, and I can kiss yo... | My Antonia |
I put my arms around her. I could n’t bear to see her cry. | No speaker | for you, it seemed like.”<|quote|>I put my arms around her. I could n’t bear to see her cry.</|quote|>“What is it, grandmother? Is | was n’t any other way for you, it seemed like.”<|quote|>I put my arms around her. I could n’t bear to see her cry.</|quote|>“What is it, grandmother? Is it the Firemen’s dances?” She | to me sometime.” She dropped into a chair, and covering her face with her apron, began to cry. “Jim,” she said, “I was never one that claimed old folks could bring up their grandchildren. But it came about so; there was n’t any other way for you, it seemed like.”<|quote|>I put my arms around her. I could n’t bear to se... | I guess I’m well enough. Getting a little rusty in the bones, maybe,” she added bitterly. I stood hesitating. “What are you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfather lost any money?” “No, it ain’t money. I wish it was. But I’ve heard things. You must ’a’ known it would come back to me sometime.” She dropped into a ... | turned to me with a soft sigh and said, “Now they are all gone, and I can kiss you as much as I like.” I used to wish I could have this flattering dream about Ántonia, but I never did. XIII I NOTICED one afternoon that grandmother had been crying. Her feet seemed to drag as she moved about the house, and I got up... | heart in her; she was, oh, she was still my Ántonia! I looked with contempt at the dark, silent little houses about me as I walked home, and thought of the stupid young men who were asleep in some of them. I knew where the real women were, though I was only a boy; and I would not be afraid of them, either! I hated to e... | with Larry Donovan, a passenger conductor who was a kind of professional ladies’ man, as we said. I remember how admiringly all the boys looked at her the night she first wore her velveteen dress, made like Mrs. Gardener’s black velvet. She was lovely to see, with her eyes shining, and her lips always a little parted w... | She can’t help it. It’s natural to her.” If she was proud of me, I was so proud of her that I carried my head high as I emerged from the dark cedars and shut the Cutters’ gate softly behind me. Her warm, sweet face, her kind arms, and the true heart in her; she was, oh, she was still my Ántonia! I looked with contempt ... | My Antonia |
“What is it, grandmother? Is it the Firemen’s dances?” | Jim | bear to see her cry.<|quote|>“What is it, grandmother? Is it the Firemen’s dances?”</|quote|>She nodded. “I’m sorry I | around her. I could n’t bear to see her cry.<|quote|>“What is it, grandmother? Is it the Firemen’s dances?”</|quote|>She nodded. “I’m sorry I sneaked off like that. But | apron, began to cry. “Jim,” she said, “I was never one that claimed old folks could bring up their grandchildren. But it came about so; there was n’t any other way for you, it seemed like.” I put my arms around her. I could n’t bear to see her cry.<|quote|>“What is it, grandmother? Is it the Firemen’s dances?”</|quote|... | added bitterly. I stood hesitating. “What are you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfather lost any money?” “No, it ain’t money. I wish it was. But I’ve heard things. You must ’a’ known it would come back to me sometime.” She dropped into a chair, and covering her face with her apron, began to cry. “Jim,” she said,... | and I can kiss you as much as I like.” I used to wish I could have this flattering dream about Ántonia, but I never did. XIII I NOTICED one afternoon that grandmother had been crying. Her feet seemed to drag as she moved about the house, and I got up from the table where I was studying and went to her, asking if ... | contempt at the dark, silent little houses about me as I walked home, and thought of the stupid young men who were asleep in some of them. I knew where the real women were, though I was only a boy; and I would not be afraid of them, either! I hated to enter the still house when I went home from the dances, and it was l... | as we said. I remember how admiringly all the boys looked at her the night she first wore her velveteen dress, made like Mrs. Gardener’s black velvet. She was lovely to see, with her eyes shining, and her lips always a little parted when she danced. That constant, dark color in her cheeks never changed. One evening whe... | her. She sat down beside me, turned to me with a soft sigh and said, “Now they are all gone, and I can kiss you as much as I like.” I used to wish I could have this flattering dream about Ántonia, but I never did. XIII I NOTICED one afternoon that grandmother had been crying. Her feet seemed to drag as she moved ... | My Antonia |
She nodded. | No speaker | Is it the Firemen’s dances?”<|quote|>She nodded.</|quote|>“I’m sorry I sneaked off | cry. “What is it, grandmother? Is it the Firemen’s dances?”<|quote|>She nodded.</|quote|>“I’m sorry I sneaked off like that. But there’s nothing | never one that claimed old folks could bring up their grandchildren. But it came about so; there was n’t any other way for you, it seemed like.” I put my arms around her. I could n’t bear to see her cry. “What is it, grandmother? Is it the Firemen’s dances?”<|quote|>She nodded.</|quote|>“I’m sorry I sneaked off like th... | about, grandmother? Has grandfather lost any money?” “No, it ain’t money. I wish it was. But I’ve heard things. You must ’a’ known it would come back to me sometime.” She dropped into a chair, and covering her face with her apron, began to cry. “Jim,” she said, “I was never one that claimed old folks could bring up the... | like.” I used to wish I could have this flattering dream about Ántonia, but I never did. XIII I NOTICED one afternoon that grandmother had been crying. Her feet seemed to drag as she moved about the house, and I got up from the table where I was studying and went to her, asking if she did n’t feel well, and if I ... | as I walked home, and thought of the stupid young men who were asleep in some of them. I knew where the real women were, though I was only a boy; and I would not be afraid of them, either! I hated to enter the still house when I went home from the dances, and it was long before I could get to sleep. Toward morning I us... | boys looked at her the night she first wore her velveteen dress, made like Mrs. Gardener’s black velvet. She was lovely to see, with her eyes shining, and her lips always a little parted when she danced. That constant, dark color in her cheeks never changed. One evening when Donovan was out on his run, Ántonia came to ... | luminous rosiness all about her. She sat down beside me, turned to me with a soft sigh and said, “Now they are all gone, and I can kiss you as much as I like.” I used to wish I could have this flattering dream about Ántonia, but I never did. XIII I NOTICED one afternoon that grandmother had been crying. Her feet ... | My Antonia |
“I’m sorry I sneaked off like that. But there’s nothing wrong about the dances, and I have n’t done anything wrong. I like all those country girls, and I like to dance with them. That’s all there is to it.” | Jim | the Firemen’s dances?” She nodded.<|quote|>“I’m sorry I sneaked off like that. But there’s nothing wrong about the dances, and I have n’t done anything wrong. I like all those country girls, and I like to dance with them. That’s all there is to it.”</|quote|>“But it ain’t right to | is it, grandmother? Is it the Firemen’s dances?” She nodded.<|quote|>“I’m sorry I sneaked off like that. But there’s nothing wrong about the dances, and I have n’t done anything wrong. I like all those country girls, and I like to dance with them. That’s all there is to it.”</|quote|>“But it ain’t right to deceive us, ... | that claimed old folks could bring up their grandchildren. But it came about so; there was n’t any other way for you, it seemed like.” I put my arms around her. I could n’t bear to see her cry. “What is it, grandmother? Is it the Firemen’s dances?” She nodded.<|quote|>“I’m sorry I sneaked off like that. But there’s not... | Has grandfather lost any money?” “No, it ain’t money. I wish it was. But I’ve heard things. You must ’a’ known it would come back to me sometime.” She dropped into a chair, and covering her face with her apron, began to cry. “Jim,” she said, “I was never one that claimed old folks could bring up their grandchildren. Bu... | used to wish I could have this flattering dream about Ántonia, but I never did. XIII I NOTICED one afternoon that grandmother had been crying. Her feet seemed to drag as she moved about the house, and I got up from the table where I was studying and went to her, asking if she did n’t feel well, and if I could n’t help ... | walked home, and thought of the stupid young men who were asleep in some of them. I knew where the real women were, though I was only a boy; and I would not be afraid of them, either! I hated to enter the still house when I went home from the dances, and it was long before I could get to sleep. Toward morning I used to... | at her the night she first wore her velveteen dress, made like Mrs. Gardener’s black velvet. She was lovely to see, with her eyes shining, and her lips always a little parted when she danced. That constant, dark color in her cheeks never changed. One evening when Donovan was out on his run, Ántonia came to the hall wit... | with contempt at the dark, silent little houses about me as I walked home, and thought of the stupid young men who were asleep in some of them. I knew where the real women were, though I was only a boy; and I would not be afraid of them, either! I hated to enter the still house when I went home from the dances, and it ... | My Antonia |
“But it ain’t right to deceive us, son, and it brings blame on us. People say you are growing up to be a bad boy, and that ain’t just to us.” | Grandmother | all there is to it.”<|quote|>“But it ain’t right to deceive us, son, and it brings blame on us. People say you are growing up to be a bad boy, and that ain’t just to us.”</|quote|>“I don’t care what they | to dance with them. That’s all there is to it.”<|quote|>“But it ain’t right to deceive us, son, and it brings blame on us. People say you are growing up to be a bad boy, and that ain’t just to us.”</|quote|>“I don’t care what they say about me, but if | is it, grandmother? Is it the Firemen’s dances?” She nodded. “I’m sorry I sneaked off like that. But there’s nothing wrong about the dances, and I have n’t done anything wrong. I like all those country girls, and I like to dance with them. That’s all there is to it.”<|quote|>“But it ain’t right to deceive us, son, and ... | began to cry. “Jim,” she said, “I was never one that claimed old folks could bring up their grandchildren. But it came about so; there was n’t any other way for you, it seemed like.” I put my arms around her. I could n’t bear to see her cry. “What is it, grandmother? Is it the Firemen’s dances?” She nodded. “I’m sorry ... | from the table where I was studying and went to her, asking if she did n’t feel well, and if I could n’t help her with her work. “No, thank you, Jim. I’m troubled, but I guess I’m well enough. Getting a little rusty in the bones, maybe,” she added bitterly. I stood hesitating. “What are you fretting about, grandmother... | to enter the still house when I went home from the dances, and it was long before I could get to sleep. Toward morning I used to have pleasant dreams: sometimes Tony and I were out in the country, sliding down straw-stacks as we used to do; climbing up the yellow mountains over and over, and slipping down the smooth si... | her cheeks never changed. One evening when Donovan was out on his run, Ántonia came to the hall with Norwegian Anna and her young man, and that night I took her home. When we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.” A moment later she drew her fac... | softly behind me. Her warm, sweet face, her kind arms, and the true heart in her; she was, oh, she was still my Ántonia! I looked with contempt at the dark, silent little houses about me as I walked home, and thought of the stupid young men who were asleep in some of them. I knew where the real women were, though I was... | My Antonia |
“I don’t care what they say about me, but if it hurts you, that settles it. I won’t go to the Firemen’s Hall again.” | Jim | that ain’t just to us.”<|quote|>“I don’t care what they say about me, but if it hurts you, that settles it. I won’t go to the Firemen’s Hall again.”</|quote|>I kept my promise, of | be a bad boy, and that ain’t just to us.”<|quote|>“I don’t care what they say about me, but if it hurts you, that settles it. I won’t go to the Firemen’s Hall again.”</|quote|>I kept my promise, of course, but I found the | I like all those country girls, and I like to dance with them. That’s all there is to it.” “But it ain’t right to deceive us, son, and it brings blame on us. People say you are growing up to be a bad boy, and that ain’t just to us.”<|quote|>“I don’t care what they say about me, but if it hurts you, that settles it. I w... | you, it seemed like.” I put my arms around her. I could n’t bear to see her cry. “What is it, grandmother? Is it the Firemen’s dances?” She nodded. “I’m sorry I sneaked off like that. But there’s nothing wrong about the dances, and I have n’t done anything wrong. I like all those country girls, and I like to dance with... | Jim. I’m troubled, but I guess I’m well enough. Getting a little rusty in the bones, maybe,” she added bitterly. I stood hesitating. “What are you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfather lost any money?” “No, it ain’t money. I wish it was. But I’ve heard things. You must ’a’ known it would come back to me sometim... | Tony and I were out in the country, sliding down straw-stacks as we used to do; climbing up the yellow mountains over and over, and slipping down the smooth sides into soft piles of chaff. One dream I dreamed a great many times, and it was always the same. I was in a harvest-field full of shocks, and I was lying agains... | home. When we were in the Cutter’s yard, sheltered by the evergreens, I told her she must kiss me good-night. “Why, sure, Jim.” A moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly, “Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother on you!” “Lena Lingard lets me kiss her,” ... | but I never did. XIII I NOTICED one afternoon that grandmother had been crying. Her feet seemed to drag as she moved about the house, and I got up from the table where I was studying and went to her, asking if she did n’t feel well, and if I could n’t help her with her work. “No, thank you, Jim. I’m troubled, but I gue... | My Antonia |
I kept my promise, of course, but I found the spring months dull enough. I sat at home with the old people in the evenings now, reading Latin that was not in our High-School course. I had made up my mind to do a lot of college requirement work in the summer, and to enter the freshman class at the University without con... | No speaker | to the Firemen’s Hall again.”<|quote|>I kept my promise, of course, but I found the spring months dull enough. I sat at home with the old people in the evenings now, reading Latin that was not in our High-School course. I had made up my mind to do a lot of college requirement work in the summer, and to enter the freshm... | settles it. I won’t go to the Firemen’s Hall again.”<|quote|>I kept my promise, of course, but I found the spring months dull enough. I sat at home with the old people in the evenings now, reading Latin that was not in our High-School course. I had made up my mind to do a lot of college requirement work in the summer, ... | deceive us, son, and it brings blame on us. People say you are growing up to be a bad boy, and that ain’t just to us.” “I don’t care what they say about me, but if it hurts you, that settles it. I won’t go to the Firemen’s Hall again.”<|quote|>I kept my promise, of course, but I found the spring months dull enough. I s... | the Firemen’s dances?” She nodded. “I’m sorry I sneaked off like that. But there’s nothing wrong about the dances, and I have n’t done anything wrong. I like all those country girls, and I like to dance with them. That’s all there is to it.” “But it ain’t right to deceive us, son, and it brings blame on us. People say ... | are you fretting about, grandmother? Has grandfather lost any money?” “No, it ain’t money. I wish it was. But I’ve heard things. You must ’a’ known it would come back to me sometime.” She dropped into a chair, and covering her face with her apron, began to cry. “Jim,” she said, “I was never one that claimed old folks c... | and slipping down the smooth sides into soft piles of chaff. One dream I dreamed a great many times, and it was always the same. I was in a harvest-field full of shocks, and I was lying against one of them. Lena Lingard came across the stubble barefoot, in a short skirt, with a curved reaping-hook in her hand, and she ... | moment later she drew her face away and whispered indignantly, “Why, Jim! You know you ain’t right to kiss me like that. I’ll tell your grandmother on you!” “Lena Lingard lets me kiss her,” I retorted, “and I’m not half as fond of her as I am of you.” “Lena does?” Tony gasped. “If she’s up to any of her nonsense with y... | sleep. Toward morning I used to have pleasant dreams: sometimes Tony and I were out in the country, sliding down straw-stacks as we used to do; climbing up the yellow mountains over and over, and slipping down the smooth sides into soft piles of chaff. One dream I dreamed a great many times, and it was always the same.... | My Antonia |
“Mama is as broad-minded as mothers ever are, I guess. But you know she was hurt about Ántonia, and she can’t understand why you like to be with Tiny and Lena better than with the girls of your own set.” | Frances | not seriously offended with me.<|quote|>“Mama is as broad-minded as mothers ever are, I guess. But you know she was hurt about Ántonia, and she can’t understand why you like to be with Tiny and Lena better than with the girls of your own set.”</|quote|>“Can you?” I asked bluntly. | she thought Mrs. Harling was not seriously offended with me.<|quote|>“Mama is as broad-minded as mothers ever are, I guess. But you know she was hurt about Ántonia, and she can’t understand why you like to be with Tiny and Lena better than with the girls of your own set.”</|quote|>“Can you?” I asked bluntly. Frances l... | cries of delight, and I felt comforted. On those warm, soft spring evenings I often lingered downtown to walk home with Frances, and talked to her about my plans and about the reading I was doing. One evening she said she thought Mrs. Harling was not seriously offended with me.<|quote|>“Mama is as broad-minded as mothe... | and spent an afternoon trimming a little work-basket. When dusk came on, and the new moon hung in the sky, I went quietly to the Harlings’ front door with my offering, rang the bell, and then ran away as was the custom. Through the willow hedge I could hear Nina’s cries of delight, and I felt comforted. On those warm, ... | work in the summer, and to enter the freshman class at the University without conditions in the fall. I wanted to get away as soon as possible. Disapprobation hurt me, I found,—even that of people whom I did not admire. As the spring came on, I grew more and more lonely, and fell back on the telegrapher and the cigar-m... | “Jim,” she said, “I was never one that claimed old folks could bring up their grandchildren. But it came about so; there was n’t any other way for you, it seemed like.” I put my arms around her. I could n’t bear to see her cry. “What is it, grandmother? Is it the Firemen’s dances?” She nodded. “I’m sorry I sneaked off ... | her that I carried my head high as I emerged from the dark cedars and shut the Cutters’ gate softly behind me. Her warm, sweet face, her kind arms, and the true heart in her; she was, oh, she was still my Ántonia! I looked with contempt at the dark, silent little houses about me as I walked home, and thought of the stu... | way for you, it seemed like.” I put my arms around her. I could n’t bear to see her cry. “What is it, grandmother? Is it the Firemen’s dances?” She nodded. “I’m sorry I sneaked off like that. But there’s nothing wrong about the dances, and I have n’t done anything wrong. I like all those country girls, and I like to da... | My Antonia |
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