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“Can you?” | Jim | girls of your own set.”<|quote|>“Can you?”</|quote|>I asked bluntly. Frances laughed. | Lena better than with the girls of your own set.”<|quote|>“Can you?”</|quote|>I asked bluntly. Frances laughed. “Yes, I think I can. | she thought Mrs. Harling was not seriously offended with me. “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?”</|quote|>I asked bluntly. Frances l... | the custom. Through the willow hedge I could hear Nina’s 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 of... | As the spring came on, I grew more and more lonely, and fell back on the telegrapher and the cigar-maker and his canaries for companionship. I remember I took a melancholy pleasure in hanging a May-basket for Nina Harling that spring. I bought the flowers from an old German woman who always had more window plants than ... | 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 them. That’s all there is to it.” “But it ain’t right t... | 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 enter the still house when I went ho... | to the Firemen’s Hall again.” 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... | My Antonia |
I asked bluntly. Frances laughed. | No speaker | your own set.” “Can you?”<|quote|>I asked bluntly. Frances laughed.</|quote|>“Yes, I think I can. | than with the girls of your own set.” “Can you?”<|quote|>I asked bluntly. Frances laughed.</|quote|>“Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the | Mrs. Harling was not seriously offended with me. “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.” “Can you?”<|quote|>I asked bluntly. Frances laughed.</|quote|>“Yes... | Through the willow hedge I could hear Nina’s 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 ... | spring came on, I grew more and more lonely, and fell back on the telegrapher and the cigar-maker and his canaries for companionship. I remember I took a melancholy pleasure in hanging a May-basket for Nina Harling that spring. I bought the flowers from an old German woman who always had more window plants than any one... | 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 them. That’s all there is to it.” “But it ain’t right to deceive... | 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 from t... | 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 you are growing up to be a bad boy, and that ain... | My Antonia |
“Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mama after you pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.” | Frances | I asked bluntly. Frances laughed.<|quote|>“Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mama after you pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.”</|quote|>“If you were a boy,” | your own set.” “Can you?” I asked bluntly. Frances laughed.<|quote|>“Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mama after you pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.”</|quote|>“If you w... | offended with me. “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.” “Can you?” I asked bluntly. Frances laughed.<|quote|>“Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the co... | could hear Nina’s 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. “Mama is as broad-minde... | more and more lonely, and fell back on the telegrapher and the cigar-maker and his canaries for companionship. I remember I took a melancholy pleasure in hanging a May-basket for Nina Harling that spring. I bought the flowers from an old German woman who always had more window plants than any one else, and spent an aft... | 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.” “But it ain’t right to deceive us, son, and it bring... | 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 long befor... | 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 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 admir... | My Antonia |
“If you were a boy,” | Jim | she sees you’re in earnest.”<|quote|>“If you were a boy,”</|quote|>I persisted, “you would n’t | pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.”<|quote|>“If you were a boy,”</|quote|>I persisted, “you would n’t belong to the Owl Club, | asked bluntly. Frances laughed. “Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mama after you pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.”<|quote|>“If you were a boy,”</|quote|>I persisted, “you... | Harling was not seriously offended with me. “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.” “Can you?” I asked bluntly. Frances laughed. “Yes, I think I can. You k... | more window plants than any one else, 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,... | 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.” “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.” I kept my promise, of course, but I found th... | 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 in the country, sliding down straw-stacks as we used to do; climbing up the yellow mountains over and over, and slipp... | 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.” I kept my promise, of course, but I found the spring months dull enough. I sat at home with ... | My Antonia |
I persisted, | No speaker | “If you were a boy,”<|quote|>I persisted,</|quote|>“you would n’t belong to | she sees you’re in earnest.” “If you were a boy,”<|quote|>I persisted,</|quote|>“you would n’t belong to the Owl Club, either. You’d | I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mama after you pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.” “If you were a boy,”<|quote|>I persisted,</|quote|>“you would n’t belong to the Owl Club, eit... | with me. “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.” “Can you?” I asked bluntly. Frances laughed. “Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you li... | one else, 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 th... | 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.” “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.” I kept my promise, of course, but I found the spring months dull e... | 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 sides... | 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 you are growing up to be a bad boy, and that ain’t just to us.” “... | My Antonia |
“you would n’t belong to the Owl Club, either. You’d be just like me.” | Jim | were a boy,” I persisted,<|quote|>“you would n’t belong to the Owl Club, either. You’d be just like me.”</|quote|>She shook her head. “I | you’re in earnest.” “If you were a boy,” I persisted,<|quote|>“you would n’t belong to the Owl Club, either. You’d be just like me.”</|quote|>She shook her head. “I would and I would n’t. | I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mama after you pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.” “If you were a boy,” I persisted,<|quote|>“you would n’t belong to the Owl Club, either. You’d be jus... | “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.” “Can you?” I asked bluntly. Frances laughed. “Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to tak... | 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, ... | 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.” “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.” I kept my promise, of course, but I found the spring months dull enough. I ... | 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 sides into soft... | 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.” “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.” I kept my promise, of course, but I found the spri... | My Antonia |
She shook her head. | No speaker | You’d be just like me.”<|quote|>She shook her head.</|quote|>“I would and I would | to the Owl Club, either. You’d be just like me.”<|quote|>She shook her head.</|quote|>“I would and I would n’t. I expect I know | In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mama after you pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.” “If you were a boy,” I persisted, “you would n’t belong to the Owl Club, either. You’d be just like me.”<|quote|>She shook her head.</|quote|>“I would and I would n’t... | 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.” “Can you?” I asked bluntly. Frances laughed. “Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all... | 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, soft spring evenings I often lingered downtown to walk home with Frances, and tal... | 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.” 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 t... | 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 sides into soft piles of chaff. One dream I dreamed a great many times, and it was a... | 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 conditions in the fall. I wanted to get away as soon as possible. Disapproba... | My Antonia |
“I would and I would n’t. I expect I know the country girls better than you do. You always put a kind of glamour over them. The trouble with you, Jim, is that you’re romantic. Mama’s going to your Commencement. She asked me the other day if I knew what your oration is to be about. She wants you to do well.” | Frances | me.” She shook her head.<|quote|>“I would and I would n’t. I expect I know the country girls better than you do. You always put a kind of glamour over them. The trouble with you, Jim, is that you’re romantic. Mama’s going to your Commencement. She asked me the other day if I knew what your oration is to be about. She w... | either. You’d be just like me.” She shook her head.<|quote|>“I would and I would n’t. I expect I know the country girls better than you do. You always put a kind of glamour over them. The trouble with you, Jim, is that you’re romantic. Mama’s going to your Commencement. She asked me the other day if I knew what your or... | older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mama after you pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.” “If you were a boy,” I persisted, “you would n’t belong to the Owl Club, either. You’d be just like me.” She shook her head.<|quote|>“I would and I would n’t. I expect I know the country... | and she can’t understand why you like to be with Tiny and Lena better than with the girls of your own set.” “Can you?” I asked bluntly. Frances laughed. “Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mama after y... | 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, soft spring evenings I often lingered downtown to walk home with Frances, and talked to her about ... | 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.” 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... | 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.... | 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 them... | My Antonia |
I thought my oration very good. It stated with fervor a great many things I had lately discovered. Mrs. Harling came to the Opera House to hear the Commencement exercises, and I looked at her most of the time while I made my speech. Her keen, intelligent eyes never left my face. Afterward she came back to the dressing-... | No speaker | wants you to do well.”<|quote|>I thought my oration very good. It stated with fervor a great many things I had lately discovered. Mrs. Harling came to the Opera House to hear the Commencement exercises, and I looked at her most of the time while I made my speech. Her keen, intelligent eyes never left my face. Afterward... | is to be about. She wants you to do well.”<|quote|>I thought my oration very good. It stated with fervor a great many things I had lately discovered. Mrs. Harling came to the Opera House to hear the Commencement exercises, and I looked at her most of the time while I made my speech. Her keen, intelligent eyes never lef... | girls better than you do. You always put a kind of glamour over them. The trouble with you, Jim, is that you’re romantic. Mama’s going to your Commencement. She asked me the other day if I knew what your oration is to be about. She wants you to do well.”<|quote|>I thought my oration very good. It stated with fervor a g... | mama after you pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.” “If you were a boy,” I persisted, “you would n’t belong to the Owl Club, either. You’d be just like me.” She shook her head. “I would and I would n’t. I expect I know the country girls better than you do. You always put a kind of glamour ove... | about the reading I was doing. One evening she said she thought Mrs. Harling was not seriously offended with me. “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.” “Ca... | 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 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 ... | 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 rosiness all about her. She sat down beside me, turned to me with a soft sigh and said,... | on the telegrapher and the cigar-maker and his canaries for companionship. I remember I took a melancholy pleasure in hanging a May-basket for Nina Harling that spring. I bought the flowers from an old German woman who always had more window plants than any one else, and spent an afternoon trimming a little work-basket... | My Antonia |
“You surprised me, Jim. I did n’t believe you could do as well as that. You did n’t get that speech out of books.” | Mrs. Harling | to me, and said heartily:<|quote|>“You surprised me, Jim. I did n’t believe you could do as well as that. You did n’t get that speech out of books.”</|quote|>Among my graduation presents there | in our hands, walked up to me, and said heartily:<|quote|>“You surprised me, Jim. I did n’t believe you could do as well as that. You did n’t get that speech out of books.”</|quote|>Among my graduation presents there was a silk umbrella from | to hear the Commencement exercises, and I looked at her most of the time while I made my speech. Her keen, intelligent eyes never left my face. Afterward she came back to the dressing-room where we stood, with our diplomas in our hands, walked up to me, and said heartily:<|quote|>“You surprised me, Jim. I did n’t belie... | to your Commencement. She asked me the other day if I knew what your oration is to be about. She wants you to do well.” I thought my oration very good. It stated with fervor a great many things I had lately discovered. Mrs. Harling came to the Opera House to hear the Commencement exercises, and I looked at her most of ... | in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mama after you pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.” “If you were a boy,” I persisted, “you would n’t belong to the Owl Club, either. You’d be just like me.” She shook her hea... | the telegrapher and the cigar-maker and his canaries for companionship. I remember I took a melancholy pleasure in hanging a May-basket for Nina Harling that spring. I bought the flowers from an old German woman who always had more window plants than any one else, and spent an afternoon trimming a little work-basket. W... | 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 ... | than any one else, 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 comfort... | My Antonia |
Among my graduation presents there was a silk umbrella from Mrs. Harling, with my name on the handle. I walked home from the Opera House alone. As I passed the Methodist Church, I saw three white figures ahead of me, pacing up and down under the arching maple trees, where the moonlight filtered through the lush June f... | No speaker | that speech out of books.”<|quote|>Among my graduation presents there was a silk umbrella from Mrs. Harling, with my name on the handle. I walked home from the Opera House alone. As I passed the Methodist Church, I saw three white figures ahead of me, pacing up and down under the arching maple trees, where the moonlig... | that. You did n’t get that speech out of books.”<|quote|>Among my graduation presents there was a silk umbrella from Mrs. Harling, with my name on the handle. I walked home from the Opera House alone. As I passed the Methodist Church, I saw three white figures ahead of me, pacing up and down under the arching maple tr... | left my face. Afterward she came back to the dressing-room where we stood, with our diplomas in our hands, walked up to me, and said heartily: “You surprised me, Jim. I did n’t believe you could do as well as that. You did n’t get that speech out of books.”<|quote|>Among my graduation presents there was a silk umbrella... | well.” I thought my oration very good. It stated with fervor a great many things I had lately discovered. Mrs. Harling came to the Opera House to hear the Commencement exercises, and I looked at her most of the time while I made my speech. Her keen, intelligent eyes never left my face. Afterward she came back to the dr... | with mama after you pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.” “If you were a boy,” I persisted, “you would n’t belong to the Owl Club, either. You’d be just like me.” She shook her head. “I would and I would n’t. I expect I know the country girls better than you do. You always put a kind of glamou... | that spring. I bought the flowers from an old German woman who always had more window plants than any one else, 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 ... | 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 guess I’m well enough. Getting a little rusty in the bones, maybe,... | 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-maker and his canaries for companionship. I remember I took a melancholy pleasure in hanging a May-basket for Nina Harling that spri... | My Antonia |
Tony was breathing hard, as she always did when her feelings outran her language. | No speaker | “Oh, Jim, it was splendid!”<|quote|>Tony was breathing hard, as she always did when her feelings outran her language.</|quote|>“There ain’t a lawyer in | and Tony and Anna Hansen. “Oh, Jim, it was splendid!”<|quote|>Tony was breathing hard, as she always did when her feelings outran her language.</|quote|>“There ain’t a lawyer in Black Hawk could make a | I passed the Methodist Church, I saw three white figures ahead of me, pacing up and down under the arching maple trees, where the moonlight filtered through the lush June foliage. They hurried toward me; they were waiting for me—Lena and Tony and Anna Hansen. “Oh, Jim, it was splendid!”<|quote|>Tony was breathing hard,... | surprised me, Jim. I did n’t believe you could do as well as that. You did n’t get that speech out of books.” Among my graduation presents there was a silk umbrella from Mrs. Harling, with my name on the handle. I walked home from the Opera House alone. As I passed the Methodist Church, I saw three white figures ahead... | your Commencement. She asked me the other day if I knew what your oration is to be about. She wants you to do well.” I thought my oration very good. It stated with fervor a great many things I had lately discovered. Mrs. Harling came to the Opera House to hear the Commencement exercises, and I looked at her most of the... | 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. “Mama is as broad-minded as mothers ever are, I guess. But you know sh... | 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 their gran... | Club, either. You’d be just like me.” She shook her head. “I would and I would n’t. I expect I know the country girls better than you do. You always put a kind of glamour over them. The trouble with you, Jim, is that you’re romantic. Mama’s going to your Commencement. She asked me the other day if I knew what your orat... | My Antonia |
“There ain’t a lawyer in Black Hawk could make a speech like that. I just stopped your grandpa and said so to him. He won’t tell you, but he told us he was awful surprised himself, did n’t he, girls?” | Antonia | her feelings outran her language.<|quote|>“There ain’t a lawyer in Black Hawk could make a speech like that. I just stopped your grandpa and said so to him. He won’t tell you, but he told us he was awful surprised himself, did n’t he, girls?”</|quote|>Lena sidled up to me | as she always did when her feelings outran her language.<|quote|>“There ain’t a lawyer in Black Hawk could make a speech like that. I just stopped your grandpa and said so to him. He won’t tell you, but he told us he was awful surprised himself, did n’t he, girls?”</|quote|>Lena sidled up to me and said teasingly: “Wha... | up and down under the arching maple trees, where the moonlight filtered through the lush June foliage. They hurried toward me; they were waiting for me—Lena and Tony and Anna Hansen. “Oh, Jim, it was splendid!” Tony was breathing hard, as she always did when her feelings outran her language.<|quote|>“There ain’t a lawy... | You did n’t get that speech out of books.” Among my graduation presents there was a silk umbrella from Mrs. Harling, with my name on the handle. I walked home from the Opera House alone. As I passed the Methodist Church, I saw three white figures ahead of me, pacing up and down under the arching maple trees, where the... | is to be about. She wants you to do well.” I thought my oration very good. It stated with fervor a great many things I had lately discovered. Mrs. Harling came to the Opera House to hear the Commencement exercises, and I looked at her most of the time while I made my speech. Her keen, intelligent eyes never left my fac... | 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. “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 Le... | 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. But it came about so; there was n’t any other way for you, it seemed li... | can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mama after you pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.” “If you were a boy,” I persisted, “you would n’t belong to the Owl Club, either. You’d be just like me.... | My Antonia |
Lena sidled up to me and said teasingly: | No speaker | himself, did n’t he, girls?”<|quote|>Lena sidled up to me and said teasingly:</|quote|>“What made you so solemn? | us he was awful surprised himself, did n’t he, girls?”<|quote|>Lena sidled up to me and said teasingly:</|quote|>“What made you so solemn? I thought you were scared. | as she always did when her feelings outran her language. “There ain’t a lawyer in Black Hawk could make a speech like that. I just stopped your grandpa and said so to him. He won’t tell you, but he told us he was awful surprised himself, did n’t he, girls?”<|quote|>Lena sidled up to me and said teasingly:</|quote|>“Wha... | Church, I saw three white figures ahead of me, pacing up and down under the arching maple trees, where the moonlight filtered through the lush June foliage. They hurried toward me; they were waiting for me—Lena and Tony and Anna Hansen. “Oh, Jim, it was splendid!” Tony was breathing hard, as she always did when her fee... | and I looked at her most of the time while I made my speech. Her keen, intelligent eyes never left my face. Afterward she came back to the dressing-room where we stood, with our diplomas in our hands, walked up to me, and said heartily: “You surprised me, Jim. I did n’t believe you could do as well as that. You did n’t... | 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.” “Can you?” I asked bluntly. Frances laughed. “Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your ag... | 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 like that. But there’s nothing wrong about the danc... | the spring came on, I grew more and more lonely, and fell back on the telegrapher and the cigar-maker and his canaries for companionship. I remember I took a melancholy pleasure in hanging a May-basket for Nina Harling that spring. I bought the flowers from an old German woman who always had more window plants than any... | My Antonia |
“What made you so solemn? I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.” | Lena | to me and said teasingly:<|quote|>“What made you so solemn? I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.”</|quote|>Anna spoke wistfully. “It must | he, girls?” Lena sidled up to me and said teasingly:<|quote|>“What made you so solemn? I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.”</|quote|>Anna spoke wistfully. “It must make you happy, Jim, to | her language. “There ain’t a lawyer in Black Hawk could make a speech like that. I just stopped your grandpa and said so to him. He won’t tell you, but he told us he was awful surprised himself, did n’t he, girls?” Lena sidled up to me and said teasingly:<|quote|>“What made you so solemn? I thought you were scared. I w... | me, pacing up and down under the arching maple trees, where the moonlight filtered through the lush June foliage. They hurried toward me; they were waiting for me—Lena and Tony and Anna Hansen. “Oh, Jim, it was splendid!” Tony was breathing hard, as she always did when her feelings outran her language. “There ain’t a l... | time while I made my speech. Her keen, intelligent eyes never left my face. Afterward she came back to the dressing-room where we stood, with our diplomas in our hands, walked up to me, and said heartily: “You surprised me, Jim. I did n’t believe you could do as well as that. You did n’t get that speech out of books.” ... | and she can’t understand why you like to be with Tiny and Lena better than with the girls of your own set.” “Can you?” I asked bluntly. Frances laughed. “Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mama after y... | 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 like that. But there’s nothing wrong about the dances, and I have n’t done anything wrong. I like al... | 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.” “Can you?” I asked bluntly. Frances laughed. “Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It wi... | My Antonia |
Anna spoke wistfully. | No speaker | I was sure you’d forget.”<|quote|>Anna spoke wistfully.</|quote|>“It must make you happy, | I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.”<|quote|>Anna spoke wistfully.</|quote|>“It must make you happy, Jim, to have fine thoughts | I just stopped your grandpa and said so to him. He won’t tell you, but he told us he was awful surprised himself, did n’t he, girls?” Lena sidled up to me and said teasingly: “What made you so solemn? I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.”<|quote|>Anna spoke wistfully.</|quote|>“It must make you happy, Ji... | the lush June foliage. They hurried toward me; they were waiting for me—Lena and Tony and Anna Hansen. “Oh, Jim, it was splendid!” Tony was breathing hard, as she always did when her feelings outran her language. “There ain’t a lawyer in Black Hawk could make a speech like that. I just stopped your grandpa and said so ... | she came back to the dressing-room where we stood, with our diplomas in our hands, walked up to me, and said heartily: “You surprised me, Jim. I did n’t believe you could do as well as that. You did n’t get that speech out of books.” Among my graduation presents there was a silk umbrella from Mrs. Harling, with my name... | with the girls of your own set.” “Can you?” I asked bluntly. Frances laughed. “Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mama after you pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.” “If you ... | 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 them. That’s all there ... | canaries for companionship. I remember I took a melancholy pleasure in hanging a May-basket for Nina Harling that spring. I bought the flowers from an old German woman who always had more window plants than any one else, and spent an afternoon trimming a little work-basket. When dusk came on, and the new moon hung in t... | My Antonia |
“Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Jim,” | Antonia | go to school, you know.”<|quote|>“Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Jim,”</|quote|>—Ántonia took hold of my | in. I always wanted to go to school, you know.”<|quote|>“Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Jim,”</|quote|>—Ántonia took hold of my coat lapels,— “there was something | so solemn? I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.” Anna spoke wistfully. “It must make you happy, Jim, to have fine thoughts like that in your mind all the time, and to have words to put them in. I always wanted to go to school, you know.”<|quote|>“Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Ji... | ain’t a lawyer in Black Hawk could make a speech like that. I just stopped your grandpa and said so to him. He won’t tell you, but he told us he was awful surprised himself, did n’t he, girls?” Lena sidled up to me and said teasingly: “What made you so solemn? I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.” Anna s... | did n’t get that speech out of books.” Among my graduation presents there was a silk umbrella from Mrs. Harling, with my name on the handle. I walked home from the Opera House alone. As I passed the Methodist Church, I saw three white figures ahead of me, pacing up and down under the arching maple trees, where the moo... | of your age. It will be all right with mama after you pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.” “If you were a boy,” I persisted, “you would n’t belong to the Owl Club, either. You’d be just like me.” She shook her head. “I would and I would n’t. I expect I know the country girls better than you d... | 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 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 hur... | 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. “Mama is as broad-minded as mothers ever are, I guess. But you know sh... | My Antonia |
—Ántonia took hold of my coat lapels,— | No speaker | papa could hear you! Jim,”<|quote|>—Ántonia took hold of my coat lapels,—</|quote|>“there was something in your | sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Jim,”<|quote|>—Ántonia took hold of my coat lapels,—</|quote|>“there was something in your speech that made me think | spoke wistfully. “It must make you happy, Jim, to have fine thoughts like that in your mind all the time, and to have words to put them in. I always wanted to go to school, you know.” “Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Jim,”<|quote|>—Ántonia took hold of my coat lapels,—</|quote|>“there was someth... | just stopped your grandpa and said so to him. He won’t tell you, but he told us he was awful surprised himself, did n’t he, girls?” Lena sidled up to me and said teasingly: “What made you so solemn? I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.” Anna spoke wistfully. “It must make you happy, Jim, to have fine tho... | was a silk umbrella from Mrs. Harling, with my name on the handle. I walked home from the Opera House alone. As I passed the Methodist Church, I saw three white figures ahead of me, pacing up and down under the arching maple trees, where the moonlight filtered through the lush June foliage. They hurried toward me; they... | your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.” “If you were a boy,” I persisted, “you would n’t belong to the Owl Club, either. You’d be just like me.” She shook her head. “I would and I would n’t. I expect I know the country girls better than you do. You always put a kind of glamour over them. The trouble ... | 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.” “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.” I ... | walked up to me, and said heartily: “You surprised me, Jim. I did n’t believe you could do as well as that. You did n’t get that speech out of books.” Among my graduation presents there was a silk umbrella from Mrs. Harling, with my name on the handle. I walked home from the Opera House alone. As I passed the Methodis... | My Antonia |
“there was something in your speech that made me think so about my papa!” | Antonia | hold of my coat lapels,—<|quote|>“there was something in your speech that made me think so about my papa!”</|quote|>“I thought about your papa | hear you! Jim,” —Ántonia took hold of my coat lapels,—<|quote|>“there was something in your speech that made me think so about my papa!”</|quote|>“I thought about your papa when I wrote my speech, | Jim, to have fine thoughts like that in your mind all the time, and to have words to put them in. I always wanted to go to school, you know.” “Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Jim,” —Ántonia took hold of my coat lapels,—<|quote|>“there was something in your speech that made me think so about my p... | to him. He won’t tell you, but he told us he was awful surprised himself, did n’t he, girls?” Lena sidled up to me and said teasingly: “What made you so solemn? I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.” Anna spoke wistfully. “It must make you happy, Jim, to have fine thoughts like that in your mind all the t... | with my name on the handle. I walked home from the Opera House alone. As I passed the Methodist Church, I saw three white figures ahead of me, pacing up and down under the arching maple trees, where the moonlight filtered through the lush June foliage. They hurried toward me; they were waiting for me—Lena and Tony and ... | in earnest.” “If you were a boy,” I persisted, “you would n’t belong to the Owl Club, either. You’d be just like me.” She shook her head. “I would and I would n’t. I expect I know the country girls better than you do. You always put a kind of glamour over them. The trouble with you, Jim, is that you’re romantic. Mama’s... | 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.” “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.” I kept my promise, of course, but... | 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, soft... | My Antonia |
“I thought about your papa when I wrote my speech, Tony,” | Jim | think so about my papa!”<|quote|>“I thought about your papa when I wrote my speech, Tony,”</|quote|>I said. “I dedicated it | your speech that made me think so about my papa!”<|quote|>“I thought about your papa when I wrote my speech, Tony,”</|quote|>I said. “I dedicated it to him.” She threw her | to have words to put them in. I always wanted to go to school, you know.” “Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Jim,” —Ántonia took hold of my coat lapels,— “there was something in your speech that made me think so about my papa!”<|quote|>“I thought about your papa when I wrote my speech, Tony,”</|qu... | himself, did n’t he, girls?” Lena sidled up to me and said teasingly: “What made you so solemn? I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.” Anna spoke wistfully. “It must make you happy, Jim, to have fine thoughts like that in your mind all the time, and to have words to put them in. I always wanted to go to s... | As I passed the Methodist Church, I saw three white figures ahead of me, pacing up and down under the arching maple trees, where the moonlight filtered through the lush June foliage. They hurried toward me; they were waiting for me—Lena and Tony and Anna Hansen. “Oh, Jim, it was splendid!” Tony was breathing hard, as s... | the Owl Club, either. You’d be just like me.” She shook her head. “I would and I would n’t. I expect I know the country girls better than you do. You always put a kind of glamour over them. The trouble with you, Jim, is that you’re romantic. Mama’s going to your Commencement. She asked me the other day if I knew what y... | 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.” I kept my promise, of course, but I found the spring months dull enough. I sat at home with the old p... | set.” “Can you?” I asked bluntly. Frances laughed. “Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mama after you pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.” “If you were a boy,” I persisted, “... | My Antonia |
I said. | No speaker | I wrote my speech, Tony,”<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>“I dedicated it to him.” | thought about your papa when I wrote my speech, Tony,”<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>“I dedicated it to him.” She threw her arms around | go to school, you know.” “Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Jim,” —Ántonia took hold of my coat lapels,— “there was something in your speech that made me think so about my papa!” “I thought about your papa when I wrote my speech, Tony,”<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>“I dedicated it to him.” She threw h... | said teasingly: “What made you so solemn? I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.” Anna spoke wistfully. “It must make you happy, Jim, to have fine thoughts like that in your mind all the time, and to have words to put them in. I always wanted to go to school, you know.” “Oh, I just sat there and wished my ... | ahead of me, pacing up and down under the arching maple trees, where the moonlight filtered through the lush June foliage. They hurried toward me; they were waiting for me—Lena and Tony and Anna Hansen. “Oh, Jim, it was splendid!” Tony was breathing hard, as she always did when her feelings outran her language. “There ... | her head. “I would and I would n’t. I expect I know the country girls better than you do. You always put a kind of glamour over them. The trouble with you, Jim, is that you’re romantic. Mama’s going to your Commencement. She asked me the other day if I knew what your oration is to be about. She wants you to do well.” I... | 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.” 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 ... | 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. “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 ... | My Antonia |
“I dedicated it to him.” | Jim | my speech, Tony,” I said.<|quote|>“I dedicated it to him.”</|quote|>She threw her arms around | your papa when I wrote my speech, Tony,” I said.<|quote|>“I dedicated it to him.”</|quote|>She threw her arms around me, and her dear face | school, you know.” “Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Jim,” —Ántonia took hold of my coat lapels,— “there was something in your speech that made me think so about my papa!” “I thought about your papa when I wrote my speech, Tony,” I said.<|quote|>“I dedicated it to him.”</|quote|>She threw her arm... | “What made you so solemn? I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.” Anna spoke wistfully. “It must make you happy, Jim, to have fine thoughts like that in your mind all the time, and to have words to put them in. I always wanted to go to school, you know.” “Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa could hear ... | me, pacing up and down under the arching maple trees, where the moonlight filtered through the lush June foliage. They hurried toward me; they were waiting for me—Lena and Tony and Anna Hansen. “Oh, Jim, it was splendid!” Tony was breathing hard, as she always did when her feelings outran her language. “There ain’t a l... | “I would and I would n’t. I expect I know the country girls better than you do. You always put a kind of glamour over them. The trouble with you, Jim, is that you’re romantic. Mama’s going to your Commencement. She asked me the other day if I knew what your oration is to be about. She wants you to do well.” I thought m... | 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.” 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... | them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mama after you pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnest.” “If you were a boy,” I persisted, “you would n’t belong to the Owl Club, either. You’d be just like me.” She shook he... | My Antonia |
She threw her arms around me, and her dear face was all wet with tears. I stood watching their white dresses glimmer smaller and smaller down the sidewalk as they went away. I have had no other success that pulled at my heartstrings like that one. XIV THE day after Commencement I moved my books and desk upstairs... | No speaker | “I dedicated it to him.”<|quote|>She threw her arms around me, and her dear face was all wet with tears. I stood watching their white dresses glimmer smaller and smaller down the sidewalk as they went away. I have had no other success that pulled at my heartstrings like that one. XIV THE day after Commencement I... | my speech, Tony,” I said. “I dedicated it to him.”<|quote|>She threw her arms around me, and her dear face was all wet with tears. I stood watching their white dresses glimmer smaller and smaller down the sidewalk as they went away. I have had no other success that pulled at my heartstrings like that one. XIV TH... | just sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Jim,” —Ántonia took hold of my coat lapels,— “there was something in your speech that made me think so about my papa!” “I thought about your papa when I wrote my speech, Tony,” I said. “I dedicated it to him.”<|quote|>She threw her arms around me, and her dear face was ... | I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.” Anna spoke wistfully. “It must make you happy, Jim, to have fine thoughts like that in your mind all the time, and to have words to put them in. I always wanted to go to school, you know.” “Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Jim,” —Ántonia took h... | under the arching maple trees, where the moonlight filtered through the lush June foliage. They hurried toward me; they were waiting for me—Lena and Tony and Anna Hansen. “Oh, Jim, it was splendid!” Tony was breathing hard, as she always did when her feelings outran her language. “There ain’t a lawyer in Black Hawk cou... | n’t. I expect I know the country girls better than you do. You always put a kind of glamour over them. The trouble with you, Jim, is that you’re romantic. Mama’s going to your Commencement. She asked me the other day if I knew what your oration is to be about. She wants you to do well.” I thought my oration very good. ... | 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.” 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 cours... | 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.” “Can you?” I asked bluntly. Frances laughed. “Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. ... | My Antonia |
“Anna’s to drive us down in the Marshalls’ delivery wagon, and we’ll take a nice lunch and have a picnic. Just us; nobody else. Could n’t you happen along, Jim? It would be like old times.” | Antonia | wanted to make elder-blow wine.<|quote|>“Anna’s to drive us down in the Marshalls’ delivery wagon, and we’ll take a nice lunch and have a picnic. Just us; nobody else. Could n’t you happen along, Jim? It would be like old times.”</|quote|>I considered a moment. “Maybe | in bloom now, and Anna wanted to make elder-blow wine.<|quote|>“Anna’s to drive us down in the Marshalls’ delivery wagon, and we’ll take a nice lunch and have a picnic. Just us; nobody else. Could n’t you happen along, Jim? It would be like old times.”</|quote|>I considered a moment. “Maybe I can, if I won’t | her. I had only one holiday that summer. It was in July. I met Ántonia downtown on Saturday afternoon, and learned that she and Tiny and Lena were going to the river next day with Anna Hansen—the elder was all in bloom now, and Anna wanted to make elder-blow wine.<|quote|>“Anna’s to drive us down in the Marshalls’ deli... | and liked to have a boy about. Whenever my grandparents had misgivings, and began to wonder whether I was not too young to go off to college alone, Mrs. Harling took up my cause vigorously. Grandfather had such respect for her judgment that I knew he would not go against her. I had only one holiday that summer. It was ... | to an empty room where I should be undisturbed, and I fell to studying in earnest. I worked off a year’s trigonometry that summer, and began Virgil alone. Morning after morning I used to pace up and down my sunny little room, looking off at the distant river bluffs and the roll of the blond pastures between, scanning t... | like that. I just stopped your grandpa and said so to him. He won’t tell you, but he told us he was awful surprised himself, did n’t he, girls?” Lena sidled up to me and said teasingly: “What made you so solemn? I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.” Anna spoke wistfully. “It must make you happy, Jim, to ... | the reading I was doing. One evening she said she thought Mrs. Harling was not seriously offended with me. “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.” “Can you?... | Mrs. Harling, with my name on the handle. I walked home from the Opera House alone. As I passed the Methodist Church, I saw three white figures ahead of me, pacing up and down under the arching maple trees, where the moonlight filtered through the lush June foliage. They hurried toward me; they were waiting for me—Lena... | My Antonia |
I considered a moment. | No speaker | would be like old times.”<|quote|>I considered a moment.</|quote|>“Maybe I can, if I | you happen along, Jim? It would be like old times.”<|quote|>I considered a moment.</|quote|>“Maybe I can, if I won’t be in the way.” | Hansen—the elder was all in bloom now, and Anna wanted to make elder-blow wine. “Anna’s to drive us down in the Marshalls’ delivery wagon, and we’ll take a nice lunch and have a picnic. Just us; nobody else. Could n’t you happen along, Jim? It would be like old times.”<|quote|>I considered a moment.</|quote|>“Maybe I c... | had such respect for her judgment that I knew he would not go against her. I had only one holiday that summer. It was in July. I met Ántonia downtown on Saturday afternoon, and learned that she and Tiny and Lena were going to the river next day with Anna Hansen—the elder was all in bloom now, and Anna wanted to make el... | and down my sunny little room, looking off at the distant river bluffs and the roll of the blond pastures between, scanning the Æneid aloud and committing long passages to memory. Sometimes in the evening Mrs. Harling called to me as I passed her gate, and asked me to come in and let her play for me. She was lonely for... | teasingly: “What made you so solemn? I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.” Anna spoke wistfully. “It must make you happy, Jim, to have fine thoughts like that in your mind all the time, and to have words to put them in. I always wanted to go to school, you know.” “Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa ... | Ántonia, and she can’t understand why you like to be with Tiny and Lena better than with the girls of your own set.” “Can you?” I asked bluntly. Frances laughed. “Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mam... | year’s trigonometry that summer, and began Virgil alone. Morning after morning I used to pace up and down my sunny little room, looking off at the distant river bluffs and the roll of the blond pastures between, scanning the Æneid aloud and committing long passages to memory. Sometimes in the evening Mrs. Harling calle... | My Antonia |
“Maybe I can, if I won’t be in the way.” | Jim | times.” I considered a moment.<|quote|>“Maybe I can, if I won’t be in the way.”</|quote|>On Sunday morning I rose | It would be like old times.” I considered a moment.<|quote|>“Maybe I can, if I won’t be in the way.”</|quote|>On Sunday morning I rose early and got out of | in bloom now, and Anna wanted to make elder-blow wine. “Anna’s to drive us down in the Marshalls’ delivery wagon, and we’ll take a nice lunch and have a picnic. Just us; nobody else. Could n’t you happen along, Jim? It would be like old times.” I considered a moment.<|quote|>“Maybe I can, if I won’t be in the way.”</|q... | her judgment that I knew he would not go against her. I had only one holiday that summer. It was in July. I met Ántonia downtown on Saturday afternoon, and learned that she and Tiny and Lena were going to the river next day with Anna Hansen—the elder was all in bloom now, and Anna wanted to make elder-blow wine. “Anna’... | little room, looking off at the distant river bluffs and the roll of the blond pastures between, scanning the Æneid aloud and committing long passages to memory. Sometimes in the evening Mrs. Harling called to me as I passed her gate, and asked me to come in and let her play for me. She was lonely for Charley, she said... | so solemn? I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.” Anna spoke wistfully. “It must make you happy, Jim, to have fine thoughts like that in your mind all the time, and to have words to put them in. I always wanted to go to school, you know.” “Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Jim,” —Ánt... | understand why you like to be with Tiny and Lena better than with the girls of your own set.” “Can you?” I asked bluntly. Frances laughed. “Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mama after you pass your c... | said so to him. He won’t tell you, but he told us he was awful surprised himself, did n’t he, girls?” Lena sidled up to me and said teasingly: “What made you so solemn? I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.” Anna spoke wistfully. “It must make you happy, Jim, to have fine thoughts like that in your mind a... | My Antonia |
On Sunday morning I rose early and got out of Black Hawk while the dew was still heavy on the long meadow grasses. It was the high season for summer flowers. The pink bee-bush stood tall along the sandy roadsides, and the cone-flowers and rose mallow grew everywhere. Across the wire fence, in the long grass, I saw a cl... | No speaker | won’t be in the way.”<|quote|>On Sunday morning I rose early and got out of Black Hawk while the dew was still heavy on the long meadow grasses. It was the high season for summer flowers. The pink bee-bush stood tall along the sandy roadsides, and the cone-flowers and rose mallow grew everywhere. Across the wire fence,... | “Maybe I can, if I won’t be in the way.”<|quote|>On Sunday morning I rose early and got out of Black Hawk while the dew was still heavy on the long meadow grasses. It was the high season for summer flowers. The pink bee-bush stood tall along the sandy roadsides, and the cone-flowers and rose mallow grew everywhere. Acr... | “Anna’s to drive us down in the Marshalls’ delivery wagon, and we’ll take a nice lunch and have a picnic. Just us; nobody else. Could n’t you happen along, Jim? It would be like old times.” I considered a moment. “Maybe I can, if I won’t be in the way.”<|quote|>On Sunday morning I rose early and got out of Black Hawk w... | her. I had only one holiday that summer. It was in July. I met Ántonia downtown on Saturday afternoon, and learned that she and Tiny and Lena were going to the river next day with Anna Hansen—the elder was all in bloom now, and Anna wanted to make elder-blow wine. “Anna’s to drive us down in the Marshalls’ delivery wag... | the roll of the blond pastures between, scanning the Æneid aloud and committing long passages to memory. Sometimes in the evening Mrs. Harling called to me as I passed her gate, and asked me to come in and let her play for me. She was lonely for Charley, she said, and liked to have a boy about. Whenever my grandparents... | you’d forget.” Anna spoke wistfully. “It must make you happy, Jim, to have fine thoughts like that in your mind all the time, and to have words to put them in. I always wanted to go to school, you know.” “Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Jim,” —Ántonia took hold of my coat lapels,— “there was som... | better than with the girls of your own set.” “Can you?” I asked bluntly. Frances laughed. “Yes, I think I can. You knew them in the country, and you like to take sides. In some ways you’re older than boys of your age. It will be all right with mama after you pass your college examinations and she sees you’re in earnes... | stopped your grandpa and said so to him. He won’t tell you, but he told us he was awful surprised himself, did n’t he, girls?” Lena sidled up to me and said teasingly: “What made you so solemn? I thought you were scared. I was sure you’d forget.” Anna spoke wistfully. “It must make you happy, Jim, to have fine thoughts... | My Antonia |
“How pretty you look!” | Jim | stood up, waving to them.<|quote|>“How pretty you look!”</|quote|>I called. “So do you!” | bottom near the bridge and stood up, waving to them.<|quote|>“How pretty you look!”</|quote|>I called. “So do you!” they shouted altogether, and broke | the two in front, so that they could see me better. They were charming up there, huddled together in the cart and peering down at me like curious deer when they come out of the thicket to drink. I found bottom near the bridge and stood up, waving to them.<|quote|>“How pretty you look!”</|quote|>I called. “So do you!” t... | I heard the sound of hoofs and wheels on the bridge. I struck downstream and shouted, as the open spring wagon came into view on the middle span. They stopped the horse, and the two girls in the bottom of the cart stood up, steadying themselves by the shoulders of the two in front, so that they could see me better. The... | along yet. For the first time it occurred to me that I would be homesick for that river after I left it. The sandbars, with their clean white beaches and their little groves of willows and cottonwood seedlings, were a sort of No Man’s Land, little newly-created worlds that belonged to the Black Hawk boys. Charley Harli... | be in the way.” On Sunday morning I rose early and got out of Black Hawk while the dew was still heavy on the long meadow grasses. It was the high season for summer flowers. The pink bee-bush stood tall along the sandy roadsides, and the cone-flowers and rose mallow grew everywhere. Across the wire fence, in the long g... | scared. I was sure you’d forget.” Anna spoke wistfully. “It must make you happy, Jim, to have fine thoughts like that in your mind all the time, and to have words to put them in. I always wanted to go to school, you know.” “Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Jim,” —Ántonia took hold of my coat lape... | wagon, and we’ll take a nice lunch and have a picnic. Just us; nobody else. Could n’t you happen along, Jim? It would be like old times.” I considered a moment. “Maybe I can, if I won’t be in the way.” On Sunday morning I rose early and got out of Black Hawk while the dew was still heavy on the long meadow grasses. It ... | My Antonia |
I called. | No speaker | them. “How pretty you look!”<|quote|>I called.</|quote|>“So do you!” they shouted | and stood up, waving to them. “How pretty you look!”<|quote|>I called.</|quote|>“So do you!” they shouted altogether, and broke into peals | so that they could see me better. They were charming up there, huddled together in the cart and peering down at me like curious deer when they come out of the thicket to drink. I found bottom near the bridge and stood up, waving to them. “How pretty you look!”<|quote|>I called.</|quote|>“So do you!” they shouted altoge... | of hoofs and wheels on the bridge. I struck downstream and shouted, as the open spring wagon came into view on the middle span. They stopped the horse, and the two girls in the bottom of the cart stood up, steadying themselves by the shoulders of the two in front, so that they could see me better. They were charming up... | first time it occurred to me that I would be homesick for that river after I left it. The sandbars, with their clean white beaches and their little groves of willows and cottonwood seedlings, were a sort of No Man’s Land, little newly-created worlds that belonged to the Black Hawk boys. Charley Harling and I had hunted... | On Sunday morning I rose early and got out of Black Hawk while the dew was still heavy on the long meadow grasses. It was the high season for summer flowers. The pink bee-bush stood tall along the sandy roadsides, and the cone-flowers and rose mallow grew everywhere. Across the wire fence, in the long grass, I saw a cl... | you’d forget.” Anna spoke wistfully. “It must make you happy, Jim, to have fine thoughts like that in your mind all the time, and to have words to put them in. I always wanted to go to school, you know.” “Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Jim,” —Ántonia took hold of my coat lapels,— “there was som... | let her play for me. She was lonely for Charley, she said, and liked to have a boy about. Whenever my grandparents had misgivings, and began to wonder whether I was not too young to go off to college alone, Mrs. Harling took up my cause vigorously. Grandfather had such respect for her judgment that I knew he would not ... | My Antonia |
they shouted altogether, and broke into peals of laughter. Anna Hansen shook the reins and they drove on, while I zigzagged back to my inlet and clambered up behind an overhanging elm. I dried myself in the sun, and dressed slowly, reluctant to leave that green enclosure where the sunlight flickered so bright through t... | No speaker | I called. “So do you!”<|quote|>they shouted altogether, and broke into peals of laughter. Anna Hansen shook the reins and they drove on, while I zigzagged back to my inlet and clambered up behind an overhanging elm. I dried myself in the sun, and dressed slowly, reluctant to leave that green enclosure where the sunligh... | them. “How pretty you look!” I called. “So do you!”<|quote|>they shouted altogether, and broke into peals of laughter. Anna Hansen shook the reins and they drove on, while I zigzagged back to my inlet and clambered up behind an overhanging elm. I dried myself in the sun, and dressed slowly, reluctant to leave that gree... | me better. They were charming up there, huddled together in the cart and peering down at me like curious deer when they come out of the thicket to drink. I found bottom near the bridge and stood up, waving to them. “How pretty you look!” I called. “So do you!”<|quote|>they shouted altogether, and broke into peals of la... | the bridge. I struck downstream and shouted, as the open spring wagon came into view on the middle span. They stopped the horse, and the two girls in the bottom of the cart stood up, steadying themselves by the shoulders of the two in front, so that they could see me better. They were charming up there, huddled togethe... | me that I would be homesick for that river after I left it. The sandbars, with their clean white beaches and their little groves of willows and cottonwood seedlings, were a sort of No Man’s Land, little newly-created worlds that belonged to the Black Hawk boys. Charley Harling and I had hunted through these woods, fish... | early and got out of Black Hawk while the dew was still heavy on the long meadow grasses. It was the high season for summer flowers. The pink bee-bush stood tall along the sandy roadsides, and the cone-flowers and rose mallow grew everywhere. Across the wire fence, in the long grass, I saw a clump of flaming orange-col... | “It must make you happy, Jim, to have fine thoughts like that in your mind all the time, and to have words to put them in. I always wanted to go to school, you know.” “Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Jim,” —Ántonia took hold of my coat lapels,— “there was something in your speech that made me th... | and asked me to come in and let her play for me. She was lonely for Charley, she said, and liked to have a boy about. Whenever my grandparents had misgivings, and began to wonder whether I was not too young to go off to college alone, Mrs. Harling took up my cause vigorously. Grandfather had such respect for her judgme... | My Antonia |
“It makes me homesick, Jimmy, this flower, this smell,” | Antonia | her what was the matter.<|quote|>“It makes me homesick, Jimmy, this flower, this smell,”</|quote|>she said softly. “We have | sand beside her and asked her what was the matter.<|quote|>“It makes me homesick, Jimmy, this flower, this smell,”</|quote|>she said softly. “We have this flower very much at | there, on the lower shelf of the bank, I saw Ántonia, seated alone under the pagoda-like elders. She looked up when she heard me, and smiled, but I saw that she had been crying. I slid down into the soft sand beside her and asked her what was the matter.<|quote|>“It makes me homesick, Jimmy, this flower, this smell,”</... | of wild bees and the sunny gurgle of the water underneath. I peeped over the edge of the bank to see the little stream that made the noise; it flowed along perfectly clear over the sand and gravel, cut off from the muddy main current by a long sandbar. Down there, on the lower shelf of the bank, I saw Ántonia, seated a... | were always in moisture and their tops in the sun. The blossoms were unusually luxuriant and beautiful that summer. I followed a cattle path through the thick underbrush until I came to a slope that fell away abruptly to the water’s edge. A great chunk of the shore had been bitten out by some spring freshet, and the sc... | deer when they come out of the thicket to drink. I found bottom near the bridge and stood up, waving to them. “How pretty you look!” I called. “So do you!” they shouted altogether, and broke into peals of laughter. Anna Hansen shook the reins and they drove on, while I zigzagged back to my inlet and clambered up behind... | Could n’t you happen along, Jim? It would be like old times.” I considered a moment. “Maybe I can, if I won’t be in the way.” On Sunday morning I rose early and got out of Black Hawk while the dew was still heavy on the long meadow grasses. It was the high season for summer flowers. The pink bee-bush stood tall along t... | elm. I dried myself in the sun, and dressed slowly, reluctant to leave that green enclosure where the sunlight flickered so bright through the grapevine leaves and the woodpecker hammered away in the crooked elm that trailed out over the water. As I went along the road back to the bridge I kept picking off little piece... | My Antonia |
she said softly. | No speaker | Jimmy, this flower, this smell,”<|quote|>she said softly.</|quote|>“We have this flower very | matter. “It makes me homesick, Jimmy, this flower, this smell,”<|quote|>she said softly.</|quote|>“We have this flower very much at home, in the | saw Ántonia, seated alone under the pagoda-like elders. She looked up when she heard me, and smiled, but I saw that she had been crying. I slid down into the soft sand beside her and asked her what was the matter. “It makes me homesick, Jimmy, this flower, this smell,”<|quote|>she said softly.</|quote|>“We have this fl... | water underneath. I peeped over the edge of the bank to see the little stream that made the noise; it flowed along perfectly clear over the sand and gravel, cut off from the muddy main current by a long sandbar. Down there, on the lower shelf of the bank, I saw Ántonia, seated alone under the pagoda-like elders. She lo... | sun. The blossoms were unusually luxuriant and beautiful that summer. I followed a cattle path through the thick underbrush until I came to a slope that fell away abruptly to the water’s edge. A great chunk of the shore had been bitten out by some spring freshet, and the scar was masked by elder bushes, growing down to... | drink. I found bottom near the bridge and stood up, waving to them. “How pretty you look!” I called. “So do you!” they shouted altogether, and broke into peals of laughter. Anna Hansen shook the reins and they drove on, while I zigzagged back to my inlet and clambered up behind an overhanging elm. I dried myself in the... | like old times.” I considered a moment. “Maybe I can, if I won’t be in the way.” On Sunday morning I rose early and got out of Black Hawk while the dew was still heavy on the long meadow grasses. It was the high season for summer flowers. The pink bee-bush stood tall along the sandy roadsides, and the cone-flowers and ... | the horse, and the two girls in the bottom of the cart stood up, steadying themselves by the shoulders of the two in front, so that they could see me better. They were charming up there, huddled together in the cart and peering down at me like curious deer when they come out of the thicket to drink. I found bottom near... | My Antonia |
“We have this flower very much at home, in the old country. It always grew in our yard and my papa had a green bench and a table under the bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to sit there with his friend that played the trombone. When I was little I used to go down there to hear them talk—beautiful talk... | Antonia | this smell,” she said softly.<|quote|>“We have this flower very much at home, in the old country. It always grew in our yard and my papa had a green bench and a table under the bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to sit there with his friend that played the trombone. When I was little I used to go down ... | me homesick, Jimmy, this flower, this smell,” she said softly.<|quote|>“We have this flower very much at home, in the old country. It always grew in our yard and my papa had a green bench and a table under the bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to sit there with his friend that played the trombone. Whe... | alone under the pagoda-like elders. She looked up when she heard me, and smiled, but I saw that she had been crying. I slid down into the soft sand beside her and asked her what was the matter. “It makes me homesick, Jimmy, this flower, this smell,” she said softly.<|quote|>“We have this flower very much at home, in th... | peeped over the edge of the bank to see the little stream that made the noise; it flowed along perfectly clear over the sand and gravel, cut off from the muddy main current by a long sandbar. Down there, on the lower shelf of the bank, I saw Ántonia, seated alone under the pagoda-like elders. She looked up when she hea... | were unusually luxuriant and beautiful that summer. I followed a cattle path through the thick underbrush until I came to a slope that fell away abruptly to the water’s edge. A great chunk of the shore had been bitten out by some spring freshet, and the scar was masked by elder bushes, growing down to the water in flow... | bottom near the bridge and stood up, waving to them. “How pretty you look!” I called. “So do you!” they shouted altogether, and broke into peals of laughter. Anna Hansen shook the reins and they drove on, while I zigzagged back to my inlet and clambered up behind an overhanging elm. I dried myself in the sun, and dress... | I considered a moment. “Maybe I can, if I won’t be in the way.” On Sunday morning I rose early and got out of Black Hawk while the dew was still heavy on the long meadow grasses. It was the high season for summer flowers. The pink bee-bush stood tall along the sandy roadsides, and the cone-flowers and rose mallow grew ... | the bottom of the cart stood up, steadying themselves by the shoulders of the two in front, so that they could see me better. They were charming up there, huddled together in the cart and peering down at me like curious deer when they come out of the thicket to drink. I found bottom near the bridge and stood up, waving... | My Antonia |
“What did they talk about?” | Jim | never hear in this country.”<|quote|>“What did they talk about?”</|quote|>I asked her. She sighed | talk—beautiful talk, like what I never hear in this country.”<|quote|>“What did they talk about?”</|quote|>I asked her. She sighed and shook her head. “Oh, | green bench and a table under the bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to sit there with his friend that played the trombone. When I was little I used to go down there to hear them talk—beautiful talk, like what I never hear in this country.”<|quote|>“What did they talk about?”</|quote|>I asked her. She... | slid down into the soft sand beside her and asked her what was the matter. “It makes me homesick, Jimmy, this flower, this smell,” she said softly. “We have this flower very much at home, in the old country. It always grew in our yard and my papa had a green bench and a table under the bushes. In summer, when they were... | by the warm silence about me. There was no sound but the high, sing-song buzz of wild bees and the sunny gurgle of the water underneath. I peeped over the edge of the bank to see the little stream that made the noise; it flowed along perfectly clear over the sand and gravel, cut off from the muddy main current by a lon... | the grapevine leaves and the woodpecker hammered away in the crooked elm that trailed out over the water. As I went along the road back to the bridge I kept picking off little pieces of scaly chalk from the dried water gullies, and breaking them up in my hands. When I came upon the Marshalls’ delivery horse, tied in th... | clump of flaming orange-colored milkweed, rare in that part of the State. I left the road and went around through a stretch of pasture that was always cropped short in summer, where the gaillardia came up year after year and matted over the ground with the deep, velvety red that is in Bokhara carpets. The country was e... | a cattle path through the thick underbrush until I came to a slope that fell away abruptly to the water’s edge. A great chunk of the shore had been bitten out by some spring freshet, and the scar was masked by elder bushes, growing down to the water in flowery terraces. I did not touch them. I was overcome by content a... | My Antonia |
I asked her. She sighed and shook her head. | No speaker | “What did they talk about?”<|quote|>I asked her. She sighed and shook her head.</|quote|>“Oh, I don’t know! About | never hear in this country.” “What did they talk about?”<|quote|>I asked her. She sighed and shook her head.</|quote|>“Oh, I don’t know! About music, and the woods, and | under the bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to sit there with his friend that played the trombone. When I was little I used to go down there to hear them talk—beautiful talk, like what I never hear in this country.” “What did they talk about?”<|quote|>I asked her. She sighed and shook her head.</|quo... | sand beside her and asked her what was the matter. “It makes me homesick, Jimmy, this flower, this smell,” she said softly. “We have this flower very much at home, in the old country. It always grew in our yard and my papa had a green bench and a table under the bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to si... | me. There was no sound but the high, sing-song buzz of wild bees and the sunny gurgle of the water underneath. I peeped over the edge of the bank to see the little stream that made the noise; it flowed along perfectly clear over the sand and gravel, cut off from the muddy main current by a long sandbar. Down there, on ... | woodpecker hammered away in the crooked elm that trailed out over the water. As I went along the road back to the bridge I kept picking off little pieces of scaly chalk from the dried water gullies, and breaking them up in my hands. When I came upon the Marshalls’ delivery horse, tied in the shade, the girls had alread... | rare in that part of the State. I left the road and went around through a stretch of pasture that was always cropped short in summer, where the gaillardia came up year after year and matted over the ground with the deep, velvety red that is in Bokhara carpets. The country was empty and solitary except for the larks tha... | the woodpecker hammered away in the crooked elm that trailed out over the water. As I went along the road back to the bridge I kept picking off little pieces of scaly chalk from the dried water gullies, and breaking them up in my hands. When I came upon the Marshalls’ delivery horse, tied in the shade, the girls had al... | My Antonia |
“Oh, I don’t know! About music, and the woods, and about God, and when they were young.” | Antonia | sighed and shook her head.<|quote|>“Oh, I don’t know! About music, and the woods, and about God, and when they were young.”</|quote|>She turned to me suddenly | about?” I asked her. She sighed and shook her head.<|quote|>“Oh, I don’t know! About music, and the woods, and about God, and when they were young.”</|quote|>She turned to me suddenly and looked into my eyes. | bloom, he used to sit there with his friend that played the trombone. When I was little I used to go down there to hear them talk—beautiful talk, like what I never hear in this country.” “What did they talk about?” I asked her. She sighed and shook her head.<|quote|>“Oh, I don’t know! About music, and the woods, and a... | matter. “It makes me homesick, Jimmy, this flower, this smell,” she said softly. “We have this flower very much at home, in the old country. It always grew in our yard and my papa had a green bench and a table under the bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to sit there with his friend that played the tro... | buzz of wild bees and the sunny gurgle of the water underneath. I peeped over the edge of the bank to see the little stream that made the noise; it flowed along perfectly clear over the sand and gravel, cut off from the muddy main current by a long sandbar. Down there, on the lower shelf of the bank, I saw Ántonia, sea... | out over the water. As I went along the road back to the bridge I kept picking off little pieces of scaly chalk from the dried water gullies, and breaking them up in my hands. When I came upon the Marshalls’ delivery horse, tied in the shade, the girls had already taken their baskets and gone down the east road which w... | the road and went around through a stretch of pasture that was always cropped short in summer, where the gaillardia came up year after year and matted over the ground with the deep, velvety red that is in Bokhara carpets. The country was empty and solitary except for the larks that Sunday morning, and it seemed to lift... | elder bushes, growing down to the water in flowery terraces. I did not touch them. I was overcome by content and drowsiness and by the warm silence about me. There was no sound but the high, sing-song buzz of wild bees and the sunny gurgle of the water underneath. I peeped over the edge of the bank to see the little st... | My Antonia |
She turned to me suddenly and looked into my eyes. | No speaker | and when they were young.”<|quote|>She turned to me suddenly and looked into my eyes.</|quote|>“You think, Jimmy, that maybe | the woods, and about God, and when they were young.”<|quote|>She turned to me suddenly and looked into my eyes.</|quote|>“You think, Jimmy, that maybe my father’s spirit can go | I used to go down there to hear them talk—beautiful talk, like what I never hear in this country.” “What did they talk about?” I asked her. She sighed and shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know! About music, and the woods, and about God, and when they were young.”<|quote|>She turned to me suddenly and looked into my eyes.<... | very much at home, in the old country. It always grew in our yard and my papa had a green bench and a table under the bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to sit there with his friend that played the trombone. When I was little I used to go down there to hear them talk—beautiful talk, like what I never h... | of the bank to see the little stream that made the noise; it flowed along perfectly clear over the sand and gravel, cut off from the muddy main current by a long sandbar. Down there, on the lower shelf of the bank, I saw Ántonia, seated alone under the pagoda-like elders. She looked up when she heard me, and smiled, bu... | off little pieces of scaly chalk from the dried water gullies, and breaking them up in my hands. When I came upon the Marshalls’ delivery horse, tied in the shade, the girls had already taken their baskets and gone down the east road which wound through the sand and scrub. I could hear them calling to each other. The e... | where the gaillardia came up year after year and matted over the ground with the deep, velvety red that is in Bokhara carpets. The country was empty and solitary except for the larks that Sunday morning, and it seemed to lift itself up to me and to come very close. The river was running strong for midsummer; heavy rain... | bushes, growing down to the water in flowery terraces. I did not touch them. I was overcome by content and drowsiness and by the warm silence about me. There was no sound but the high, sing-song buzz of wild bees and the sunny gurgle of the water underneath. I peeped over the edge of the bank to see the little stream t... | My Antonia |
“You think, Jimmy, that maybe my father’s spirit can go back to those old places?” | Antonia | and looked into my eyes.<|quote|>“You think, Jimmy, that maybe my father’s spirit can go back to those old places?”</|quote|>I told her about the | She turned to me suddenly and looked into my eyes.<|quote|>“You think, Jimmy, that maybe my father’s spirit can go back to those old places?”</|quote|>I told her about the feeling of her father’s presence | talk, like what I never hear in this country.” “What did they talk about?” I asked her. She sighed and shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know! About music, and the woods, and about God, and when they were young.” She turned to me suddenly and looked into my eyes.<|quote|>“You think, Jimmy, that maybe my father’s spirit can... | grew in our yard and my papa had a green bench and a table under the bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to sit there with his friend that played the trombone. When I was little I used to go down there to hear them talk—beautiful talk, like what I never hear in this country.” “What did they talk about?”... | the noise; it flowed along perfectly clear over the sand and gravel, cut off from the muddy main current by a long sandbar. Down there, on the lower shelf of the bank, I saw Ántonia, seated alone under the pagoda-like elders. She looked up when she heard me, and smiled, but I saw that she had been crying. I slid down i... | gullies, and breaking them up in my hands. When I came upon the Marshalls’ delivery horse, tied in the shade, the girls had already taken their baskets and gone down the east road which wound through the sand and scrub. I could hear them calling to each other. The elder bushes did not grow back in the shady ravines bet... | over the ground with the deep, velvety red that is in Bokhara carpets. The country was empty and solitary except for the larks that Sunday morning, and it seemed to lift itself up to me and to come very close. The river was running strong for midsummer; heavy rains to the west of us had kept it full. I crossed the brid... | came into view on the middle span. They stopped the horse, and the two girls in the bottom of the cart stood up, steadying themselves by the shoulders of the two in front, so that they could see me better. They were charming up there, huddled together in the cart and peering down at me like curious deer when they come ... | My Antonia |
I told her about the feeling of her father’s presence I had on that winter day when my grandparents had gone over to see his dead body and I was left alone in the house. I said I felt sure then that he was on his way back to his own country, and that even now, when I passed his grave, I always thought of him as being a... | No speaker | back to those old places?”<|quote|>I told her about the feeling of her father’s presence I had on that winter day when my grandparents had gone over to see his dead body and I was left alone in the house. I said I felt sure then that he was on his way back to his own country, and that even now, when I passed his grave,... | my father’s spirit can go back to those old places?”<|quote|>I told her about the feeling of her father’s presence I had on that winter day when my grandparents had gone over to see his dead body and I was left alone in the house. I said I felt sure then that he was on his way back to his own country, and that even now... | asked her. She sighed and shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know! About music, and the woods, and about God, and when they were young.” She turned to me suddenly and looked into my eyes. “You think, Jimmy, that maybe my father’s spirit can go back to those old places?”<|quote|>I told her about the feeling of her father’s pr... | the bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to sit there with his friend that played the trombone. When I was little I used to go down there to hear them talk—beautiful talk, like what I never hear in this country.” “What did they talk about?” I asked her. She sighed and shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know! ... | the muddy main current by a long sandbar. Down there, on the lower shelf of the bank, I saw Ántonia, seated alone under the pagoda-like elders. She looked up when she heard me, and smiled, but I saw that she had been crying. I slid down into the soft sand beside her and asked her what was the matter. “It makes me homes... | horse, tied in the shade, the girls had already taken their baskets and gone down the east road which wound through the sand and scrub. I could hear them calling to each other. The elder bushes did not grow back in the shady ravines between the bluffs, but in the hot, sandy bottoms along the stream, where their roots w... | was empty and solitary except for the larks that Sunday morning, and it seemed to lift itself up to me and to come very close. The river was running strong for midsummer; heavy rains to the west of us had kept it full. I crossed the bridge and went upstream along the wooded shore to a pleasant dressing-room I knew amon... | along the stream, where their roots were always in moisture and their tops in the sun. The blossoms were unusually luxuriant and beautiful that summer. I followed a cattle path through the thick underbrush until I came to a slope that fell away abruptly to the water’s edge. A great chunk of the shore had been bitten ou... | My Antonia |
“Why did n’t you ever tell me that before? It makes me feel more sure for him.” | Antonia | of them with open faces.<|quote|>“Why did n’t you ever tell me that before? It makes me feel more sure for him.”</|quote|>After a while she said: | credulousness seemed to look out of them with open faces.<|quote|>“Why did n’t you ever tell me that before? It makes me feel more sure for him.”</|quote|>After a while she said: “You know, Jim, my father | country, and that even now, when I passed his grave, I always thought of him as being among the woods and fields that were so dear to him. Ántonia had the most trusting, responsive eyes in the world; love and credulousness seemed to look out of them with open faces.<|quote|>“Why did n’t you ever tell me that before? It... | told her about the feeling of her father’s presence I had on that winter day when my grandparents had gone over to see his dead body and I was left alone in the house. I said I felt sure then that he was on his way back to his own country, and that even now, when I passed his grave, I always thought of him as being amo... | bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to sit there with his friend that played the trombone. When I was little I used to go down there to hear them talk—beautiful talk, like what I never hear in this country.” “What did they talk about?” I asked her. She sighed and shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know! Abou... | A great chunk of the shore had been bitten out by some spring freshet, and the scar was masked by elder bushes, growing down to the water in flowery terraces. I did not touch them. I was overcome by content and drowsiness and by the warm silence about me. There was no sound but the high, sing-song buzz of wild bees and... | left it. The sandbars, with their clean white beaches and their little groves of willows and cottonwood seedlings, were a sort of No Man’s Land, little newly-created worlds that belonged to the Black Hawk boys. Charley Harling and I had hunted through these woods, fished from the fallen logs, until I knew every inch of... | to my inlet and clambered up behind an overhanging elm. I dried myself in the sun, and dressed slowly, reluctant to leave that green enclosure where the sunlight flickered so bright through the grapevine leaves and the woodpecker hammered away in the crooked elm that trailed out over the water. As I went along the road... | My Antonia |
After a while she said: | No speaker | feel more sure for him.”<|quote|>After a while she said:</|quote|>“You know, Jim, my father | that before? It makes me feel more sure for him.”<|quote|>After a while she said:</|quote|>“You know, Jim, my father was different from my mother. | among the woods and fields that were so dear to him. Ántonia had the most trusting, responsive eyes in the world; love and credulousness seemed to look out of them with open faces. “Why did n’t you ever tell me that before? It makes me feel more sure for him.”<|quote|>After a while she said:</|quote|>“You know, Jim, my... | grandparents had gone over to see his dead body and I was left alone in the house. I said I felt sure then that he was on his way back to his own country, and that even now, when I passed his grave, I always thought of him as being among the woods and fields that were so dear to him. Ántonia had the most trusting, resp... | played the trombone. When I was little I used to go down there to hear them talk—beautiful talk, like what I never hear in this country.” “What did they talk about?” I asked her. She sighed and shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know! About music, and the woods, and about God, and when they were young.” She turned to me sud... | was masked by elder bushes, growing down to the water in flowery terraces. I did not touch them. I was overcome by content and drowsiness and by the warm silence about me. There was no sound but the high, sing-song buzz of wild bees and the sunny gurgle of the water underneath. I peeped over the edge of the bank to see... | seedlings, were a sort of No Man’s Land, little newly-created worlds that belonged to the Black Hawk boys. Charley Harling and I had hunted through these woods, fished from the fallen logs, until I knew every inch of the river shores and had a friendly feeling for every bar and shallow. After my swim, while I was playi... | saw that she had been crying. I slid down into the soft sand beside her and asked her what was the matter. “It makes me homesick, Jimmy, this flower, this smell,” she said softly. “We have this flower very much at home, in the old country. It always grew in our yard and my papa had a green bench and a table under the b... | My Antonia |
While she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the leaves. Ántonia seemed to me that day exactly like the little girl who us... | No speaker | house. Don’t that seem strange?”<|quote|>While she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the leaves. Ántonia seemed to me tha... | was ever in my grandmother’s house. Don’t that seem strange?”<|quote|>While she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the lea... | and she was a poor girl come in to do the work. After my father married her, my grandmother never let my mother come into her house again. When I went to my grandmother’s funeral was the only time I was ever in my grandmother’s house. Don’t that seem strange?”<|quote|>While she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and lo... | he did. I used to hear the old people at home whisper about it. They said he could have paid my mother money, and not married her. But he was older than she was, and he was too kind to treat her like that. He lived in his mother’s house, and she was a poor girl come in to do the work. After my father married her, my gr... | his own country, and that even now, when I passed his grave, I always thought of him as being among the woods and fields that were so dear to him. Ántonia had the most trusting, responsive eyes in the world; love and credulousness seemed to look out of them with open faces. “Why did n’t you ever tell me that before? It... | sand beside her and asked her what was the matter. “It makes me homesick, Jimmy, this flower, this smell,” she said softly. “We have this flower very much at home, in the old country. It always grew in our yard and my papa had a green bench and a table under the bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to si... | in the cart and peering down at me like curious deer when they come out of the thicket to drink. I found bottom near the bridge and stood up, waving to them. “How pretty you look!” I called. “So do you!” they shouted altogether, and broke into peals of laughter. Anna Hansen shook the reins and they drove on, while I zi... | over the edge of the bank to see the little stream that made the noise; it flowed along perfectly clear over the sand and gravel, cut off from the muddy main current by a long sandbar. Down there, on the lower shelf of the bank, I saw Ántonia, seated alone under the pagoda-like elders. She looked up when she heard me, ... | My Antonia |
“Some day, Tony, I am going over to your country, and I am going to the little town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?” | Jim | our house with Mr. Shimerda.<|quote|>“Some day, Tony, I am going over to your country, and I am going to the little town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?”</|quote|>“Jim,” she said earnestly, “if | who used to come to our house with Mr. Shimerda.<|quote|>“Some day, Tony, I am going over to your country, and I am going to the little town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?”</|quote|>“Jim,” she said earnestly, “if I was put down there | I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the leaves. Ántonia seemed to me that day exactly like the little girl who used to come to our house with Mr. Shimerda.<|quote|>“Some day, Tony, I am going over to your country, and I am g... | come into her house again. When I went to my grandmother’s funeral was the only time I was ever in my grandmother’s house. Don’t that seem strange?” While she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed u... | said: “You know, Jim, my father was different from my mother. He did not have to marry my mother, and all his brothers quarreled with him because he did. I used to hear the old people at home whisper about it. They said he could have paid my mother money, and not married her. But he was older than she was, and he was t... | I was little I used to go down there to hear them talk—beautiful talk, like what I never hear in this country.” “What did they talk about?” I asked her. She sighed and shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know! About music, and the woods, and about God, and when they were young.” She turned to me suddenly and looked into my e... | I dried myself in the sun, and dressed slowly, reluctant to leave that green enclosure where the sunlight flickered so bright through the grapevine leaves and the woodpecker hammered away in the crooked elm that trailed out over the water. As I went along the road back to the bridge I kept picking off little pieces of ... | edge of the bank to see the little stream that made the noise; it flowed along perfectly clear over the sand and gravel, cut off from the muddy main current by a long sandbar. Down there, on the lower shelf of the bank, I saw Ántonia, seated alone under the pagoda-like elders. She looked up when she heard me, and smile... | My Antonia |
“Jim,” | Antonia | you remember all about it?”<|quote|>“Jim,”</|quote|>she said earnestly, “if I | town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?”<|quote|>“Jim,”</|quote|>she said earnestly, “if I was put down there in | the leaves. Ántonia seemed to me that day exactly like the little girl who used to come to our house with Mr. Shimerda. “Some day, Tony, I am going over to your country, and I am going to the little town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?”<|quote|>“Jim,”</|quote|>she said earnestly, “if I was put down there... | While she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the leaves. Ántonia seemed to me that day exactly like the little girl who us... | he did. I used to hear the old people at home whisper about it. They said he could have paid my mother money, and not married her. But he was older than she was, and he was too kind to treat her like that. He lived in his mother’s house, and she was a poor girl come in to do the work. After my father married her, my gr... | I asked her. She sighed and shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know! About music, and the woods, and about God, and when they were young.” She turned to me suddenly and looked into my eyes. “You think, Jimmy, that maybe my father’s spirit can go back to those old places?” I told her about the feeling of her father’s presenc... | woodpecker hammered away in the crooked elm that trailed out over the water. As I went along the road back to the bridge I kept picking off little pieces of scaly chalk from the dried water gullies, and breaking them up in my hands. When I came upon the Marshalls’ delivery horse, tied in the shade, the girls had alread... | that before? It makes me feel more sure for him.” After a while she said: “You know, Jim, my father was different from my mother. He did not have to marry my mother, and all his brothers quarreled with him because he did. I used to hear the old people at home whisper about it. They said he could have paid my mother mon... | My Antonia |
she said earnestly, | No speaker | remember all about it?” “Jim,”<|quote|>she said earnestly,</|quote|>“if I was put down | where you lived. Do you remember all about it?” “Jim,”<|quote|>she said earnestly,</|quote|>“if I was put down there in the middle of | leaves. Ántonia seemed to me that day exactly like the little girl who used to come to our house with Mr. Shimerda. “Some day, Tony, I am going over to your country, and I am going to the little town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?” “Jim,”<|quote|>she said earnestly,</|quote|>“if I was put down there in ... | she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the leaves. Ántonia seemed to me that day exactly like the little girl who used to ... | did. I used to hear the old people at home whisper about it. They said he could have paid my mother money, and not married her. But he was older than she was, and he was too kind to treat her like that. He lived in his mother’s house, and she was a poor girl come in to do the work. After my father married her, my grand... | asked her. She sighed and shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know! About music, and the woods, and about God, and when they were young.” She turned to me suddenly and looked into my eyes. “You think, Jimmy, that maybe my father’s spirit can go back to those old places?” I told her about the feeling of her father’s presence I... | hammered away in the crooked elm that trailed out over the water. As I went along the road back to the bridge I kept picking off little pieces of scaly chalk from the dried water gullies, and breaking them up in my hands. When I came upon the Marshalls’ delivery horse, tied in the shade, the girls had already taken the... | did. I used to hear the old people at home whisper about it. They said he could have paid my mother money, and not married her. But he was older than she was, and he was too kind to treat her like that. He lived in his mother’s house, and she was a poor girl come in to do the work. After my father married her, my grand... | My Antonia |
“if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over that little town; and along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain’t never forgot my own country.” | Antonia | it?” “Jim,” she said earnestly,<|quote|>“if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over that little town; and along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain’t ne... | Do you remember all about it?” “Jim,” she said earnestly,<|quote|>“if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over that little town; and along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick o... | to me that day exactly like the little girl who used to come to our house with Mr. Shimerda. “Some day, Tony, I am going over to your country, and I am going to the little town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?” “Jim,” she said earnestly,<|quote|>“if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could... | lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the leaves. Ántonia seemed to me that day exactly like the little girl who used to come to our ho... | to hear the old people at home whisper about it. They said he could have paid my mother money, and not married her. But he was older than she was, and he was too kind to treat her like that. He lived in his mother’s house, and she was a poor girl come in to do the work. After my father married her, my grandmother never... | sighed and shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know! About music, and the woods, and about God, and when they were young.” She turned to me suddenly and looked into my eyes. “You think, Jimmy, that maybe my father’s spirit can go back to those old places?” I told her about the feeling of her father’s presence I had on that wi... | the crooked elm that trailed out over the water. As I went along the road back to the bridge I kept picking off little pieces of scaly chalk from the dried water gullies, and breaking them up in my hands. When I came upon the Marshalls’ delivery horse, tied in the shade, the girls had already taken their baskets and go... | of the water underneath. I peeped over the edge of the bank to see the little stream that made the noise; it flowed along perfectly clear over the sand and gravel, cut off from the muddy main current by a long sandbar. Down there, on the lower shelf of the bank, I saw Ántonia, seated alone under the pagoda-like elders.... | My Antonia |
There was a crackling in the branches above us, and Lena Lingard peered down over the edge of the bank. | No speaker | never forgot my own country.”<|quote|>There was a crackling in the branches above us, and Lena Lingard peered down over the edge of the bank.</|quote|>“You lazy things!” she cried. | to trip you. I ain’t never forgot my own country.”<|quote|>There was a crackling in the branches above us, and Lena Lingard peered down over the edge of the bank.</|quote|>“You lazy things!” she cried. “All this elder, and you | night, I could find my way all over that little town; and along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain’t never forgot my own country.”<|quote|>There was a crackling in the branches above us, an... | to come to our house with Mr. Shimerda. “Some day, Tony, I am going over to your country, and I am going to the little town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?” “Jim,” she said earnestly, “if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over that little town; and along the river t... | married her, my grandmother never let my mother come into her house again. When I went to my grandmother’s funeral was the only time I was ever in my grandmother’s house. Don’t that seem strange?” While she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear... | winter day when my grandparents had gone over to see his dead body and I was left alone in the house. I said I felt sure then that he was on his way back to his own country, and that even now, when I passed his grave, I always thought of him as being among the woods and fields that were so dear to him. Ántonia had the ... | down the east road which wound through the sand and scrub. I could hear them calling to each other. The elder bushes did not grow back in the shady ravines between the bluffs, but in the hot, sandy bottoms along the stream, where their roots were always in moisture and their tops in the sun. The blossoms were unusually... | day when my grandparents had gone over to see his dead body and I was left alone in the house. I said I felt sure then that he was on his way back to his own country, and that even now, when I passed his grave, I always thought of him as being among the woods and fields that were so dear to him. Ántonia had the most tr... | My Antonia |
“You lazy things!” | Lena | the edge of the bank.<|quote|>“You lazy things!”</|quote|>she cried. “All this elder, | Lena Lingard peered down over the edge of the bank.<|quote|>“You lazy things!”</|quote|>she cried. “All this elder, and you two lying there! | my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain’t never forgot my own country.” There was a crackling in the branches above us, and Lena Lingard peered down over the edge of the bank.<|quote|>“You lazy things!”</|quote|>she cried. “All ... | am going to the little town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?” “Jim,” she said earnestly, “if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over that little town; and along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the w... | was the only time I was ever in my grandmother’s house. Don’t that seem strange?” While she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above the flowers and did not come down into the shado... | house. I said I felt sure then that he was on his way back to his own country, and that even now, when I passed his grave, I always thought of him as being among the woods and fields that were so dear to him. Ántonia had the most trusting, responsive eyes in the world; love and credulousness seemed to look out of them ... | elder bushes did not grow back in the shady ravines between the bluffs, but in the hot, sandy bottoms along the stream, where their roots were always in moisture and their tops in the sun. The blossoms were unusually luxuriant and beautiful that summer. I followed a cattle path through the thick underbrush until I came... | to his own country, and that even now, when I passed his grave, I always thought of him as being among the woods and fields that were so dear to him. Ántonia had the most trusting, responsive eyes in the world; love and credulousness seemed to look out of them with open faces. “Why did n’t you ever tell me that before?... | My Antonia |
she cried. | No speaker | the bank. “You lazy things!”<|quote|>she cried.</|quote|>“All this elder, and you | down over the edge of the bank. “You lazy things!”<|quote|>she cried.</|quote|>“All this elder, and you two lying there! Did n’t | My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain’t never forgot my own country.” There was a crackling in the branches above us, and Lena Lingard peered down over the edge of the bank. “You lazy things!”<|quote|>she cried.</|quote|>“All this elder, and you tw... | the little town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?” “Jim,” she said earnestly, “if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over that little town; and along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and wh... | time I was ever in my grandmother’s house. Don’t that seem strange?” While she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the leav... | I felt sure then that he was on his way back to his own country, and that even now, when I passed his grave, I always thought of him as being among the woods and fields that were so dear to him. Ántonia had the most trusting, responsive eyes in the world; love and credulousness seemed to look out of them with open face... | not grow back in the shady ravines between the bluffs, but in the hot, sandy bottoms along the stream, where their roots were always in moisture and their tops in the sun. The blossoms were unusually luxuriant and beautiful that summer. I followed a cattle path through the thick underbrush until I came to a slope that ... | again. When I went to my grandmother’s funeral was the only time I was ever in my grandmother’s house. Don’t that seem strange?” While she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above t... | My Antonia |
“All this elder, and you two lying there! Did n’t you hear us calling you?” | Lena | “You lazy things!” she cried.<|quote|>“All this elder, and you two lying there! Did n’t you hear us calling you?”</|quote|>Almost as flushed as she | the edge of the bank. “You lazy things!” she cried.<|quote|>“All this elder, and you two lying there! Did n’t you hear us calling you?”</|quote|>Almost as flushed as she had been in my dream, | remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain’t never forgot my own country.” There was a crackling in the branches above us, and Lena Lingard peered down over the edge of the bank. “You lazy things!” she cried.<|quote|>“All this elder, and you two lying there! Di... | town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?” “Jim,” she said earnestly, “if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over that little town; and along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big... | was ever in my grandmother’s house. Don’t that seem strange?” While she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the leaves. Ánt... | sure then that he was on his way back to his own country, and that even now, when I passed his grave, I always thought of him as being among the woods and fields that were so dear to him. Ántonia had the most trusting, responsive eyes in the world; love and credulousness seemed to look out of them with open faces. “Why... | back in the shady ravines between the bluffs, but in the hot, sandy bottoms along the stream, where their roots were always in moisture and their tops in the sun. The blossoms were unusually luxuriant and beautiful that summer. I followed a cattle path through the thick underbrush until I came to a slope that fell away... | his friend that played the trombone. When I was little I used to go down there to hear them talk—beautiful talk, like what I never hear in this country.” “What did they talk about?” I asked her. She sighed and shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know! About music, and the woods, and about God, and when they were young.” She ... | My Antonia |
Almost as flushed as she had been in my dream, she leaned over the edge of the bank and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so energetic; she was panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short, yielding upper lip. I sprang to my feet and ran up the bank. It was noon now, and... | No speaker | you hear us calling you?”<|quote|>Almost as flushed as she had been in my dream, she leaned over the edge of the bank and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so energetic; she was panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short, yielding upper lip. I sprang to my feet and ran ... | two lying there! Did n’t you hear us calling you?”<|quote|>Almost as flushed as she had been in my dream, she leaned over the edge of the bank and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so energetic; she was panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short, yielding upper lip. I s... | to trip you. I ain’t never forgot my own country.” There was a crackling in the branches above us, and Lena Lingard peered down over the edge of the bank. “You lazy things!” she cried. “All this elder, and you two lying there! Did n’t you hear us calling you?”<|quote|>Almost as flushed as she had been in my dream, she ... | I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over that little town; and along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain’t never forgot my own country.” There was a crac... | back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the leaves. Ántonia seemed to me that day exactly like the little girl who used to come to our house ... | even now, when I passed his grave, I always thought of him as being among the woods and fields that were so dear to him. Ántonia had the most trusting, responsive eyes in the world; love and credulousness seemed to look out of them with open faces. “Why did n’t you ever tell me that before? It makes me feel more sure f... | the stream, where their roots were always in moisture and their tops in the sun. The blossoms were unusually luxuriant and beautiful that summer. I followed a cattle path through the thick underbrush until I came to a slope that fell away abruptly to the water’s edge. A great chunk of the shore had been bitten out by s... | and about God, and when they were young.” She turned to me suddenly and looked into my eyes. “You think, Jimmy, that maybe my father’s spirit can go back to those old places?” I told her about the feeling of her father’s presence I had on that winter day when my grandparents had gone over to see his dead body and I was... | My Antonia |
“My old folks,” | Tiny | and how many in corn.<|quote|>“My old folks,”</|quote|>said Tiny Soderball, “have put | were in wheat that year and how many in corn.<|quote|>“My old folks,”</|quote|>said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. | beyond, the rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn.<|quote|>“My old folks,”</|quote|>said Tiny S... | lunch-basket to the top of one of the chalk bluffs, where even on the calmest days there was always a breeze. The flat-topped, twisted little oaks threw light shadows on the grass. Below us we could see the windings of the river, and Black Hawk, grouped among its trees, and, beyond, the rolling country, swelling gently... | there! Did n’t you hear us calling you?” Almost as flushed as she had been in my dream, she leaned over the edge of the bank and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so energetic; she was panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short, yielding upper lip. I sprang to my feet a... | that seem strange?” While she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the leaves. Ántonia seemed to me that day exactly like th... | into the soft sand beside her and asked her what was the matter. “It makes me homesick, Jimmy, this flower, this smell,” she said softly. “We have this flower very much at home, in the old country. It always grew in our yard and my papa had a green bench and a table under the bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom,... | woods and fields that were so dear to him. Ántonia had the most trusting, responsive eyes in the world; love and credulousness seemed to look out of them with open faces. “Why did n’t you ever tell me that before? It makes me feel more sure for him.” After a while she said: “You know, Jim, my father was different from ... | My Antonia |
said Tiny Soderball, | No speaker | in corn. “My old folks,”<|quote|>said Tiny Soderball,</|quote|>“have put in twenty acres | that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,”<|quote|>said Tiny Soderball,</|quote|>“have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it | country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,”<|quote|>said Tiny Soderball,</|quote|>“have put ... | top of one of the chalk bluffs, where even on the calmest days there was always a breeze. The flat-topped, twisted little oaks threw light shadows on the grass. Below us we could see the windings of the river, and Black Hawk, grouped among its trees, and, beyond, the rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sk... | you hear us calling you?” Almost as flushed as she had been in my dream, she leaned over the edge of the bank and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so energetic; she was panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short, yielding upper lip. I sprang to my feet and ran up the b... | While she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the leaves. Ántonia seemed to me that day exactly like the little girl who us... | sand beside her and asked her what was the matter. “It makes me homesick, Jimmy, this flower, this smell,” she said softly. “We have this flower very much at home, in the old country. It always grew in our yard and my papa had a green bench and a table under the bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to si... | the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the leaves. Ántonia seemed to me that day exactly like the little girl who used to come to our house with Mr. Shimerda. “Some day, Tony, I am going over to your country, and I am going to the little town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?” “Jim,” she said... | My Antonia |
“have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.” | Tiny | old folks,” said Tiny Soderball,<|quote|>“have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.”</|quote|>“It must have been a | how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball,<|quote|>“have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.”</|quote|>“It must have been a trial for our mothers,” said | until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball,<|quote|>“have put in twenty acres of rye. They get i... | of the chalk bluffs, where even on the calmest days there was always a breeze. The flat-topped, twisted little oaks threw light shadows on the grass. Below us we could see the windings of the river, and Black Hawk, grouped among its trees, and, beyond, the rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could... | calling you?” Almost as flushed as she had been in my dream, she leaned over the edge of the bank and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so energetic; she was panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short, yielding upper lip. I sprang to my feet and ran up the bank. It was... | I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the leaves. Ántonia seemed to me that day exactly like the little girl who used to come to our ... | and asked her what was the matter. “It makes me homesick, Jimmy, this flower, this smell,” she said softly. “We have this flower very much at home, in the old country. It always grew in our yard and my papa had a green bench and a table under the bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to sit there with his... | only time I was ever in my grandmother’s house. Don’t that seem strange?” While she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the... | My Antonia |
“It must have been a trial for our mothers,” | Lena | raised rye flour for her.”<|quote|>“It must have been a trial for our mothers,”</|quote|>said Lena, “coming out here | so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.”<|quote|>“It must have been a trial for our mothers,”</|quote|>said Lena, “coming out here and having to do everything | wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.”<|quote|>“It must have been a trial for our mothers,”</|quot... | and Black Hawk, grouped among its trees, and, beyond, the rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn... | panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short, yielding upper lip. I sprang to my feet and ran up the bank. It was noon now, and so hot that the dogwoods and scrub-oaks began to turn up the silvery under-side of their leaves, and all the foliage looked soft and wilted. I carried the lunch-basket t... | the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the leaves. Ántonia seemed to me that day exactly like the little girl who used to come to our house with Mr. Shimerda. “Some day, Tony, I am going over to your country, and I am going to the little town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?” “Jim,” she said... | yard and my papa had a green bench and a table under the bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to sit there with his friend that played the trombone. When I was little I used to go down there to hear them talk—beautiful talk, like what I never hear in this country.” “What did they talk about?” I asked her... | Jim, my father was different from my mother. He did not have to marry my mother, and all his brothers quarreled with him because he did. I used to hear the old people at home whisper about it. They said he could have paid my mother money, and not married her. But he was older than she was, and he was too kind to treat ... | My Antonia |
said Lena, | No speaker | a trial for our mothers,”<|quote|>said Lena,</|quote|>“coming out here and having | her.” “It must have been a trial for our mothers,”<|quote|>said Lena,</|quote|>“coming out here and having to do everything different. My | old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.” “It must have been a trial for our mothers,”<|quote|>said Lena,</|quote|>“coming out here and having ... | the rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in tw... | on her short, yielding upper lip. I sprang to my feet and ran up the bank. It was noon now, and so hot that the dogwoods and scrub-oaks began to turn up the silvery under-side of their leaves, and all the foliage looked soft and wilted. I carried the lunch-basket to the top of one of the chalk bluffs, where even on the... | shadow of the leaves. Ántonia seemed to me that day exactly like the little girl who used to come to our house with Mr. Shimerda. “Some day, Tony, I am going over to your country, and I am going to the little town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?” “Jim,” she said earnestly, “if I was put down there in the... | a table under the bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to sit there with his friend that played the trombone. When I was little I used to go down there to hear them talk—beautiful talk, like what I never hear in this country.” “What did they talk about?” I asked her. She sighed and shook her head. “Oh, ... | marry my mother, and all his brothers quarreled with him because he did. I used to hear the old people at home whisper about it. They said he could have paid my mother money, and not married her. But he was older than she was, and he was too kind to treat her like that. He lived in his mother’s house, and she was a poo... | My Antonia |
“coming out here and having to do everything different. My mother had always lived in town. She says she started behind in farm-work, and never has caught up.” | Lena | for our mothers,” said Lena,<|quote|>“coming out here and having to do everything different. My mother had always lived in town. She says she started behind in farm-work, and never has caught up.”</|quote|>“Yes, a new country’s hard | must have been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena,<|quote|>“coming out here and having to do everything different. My mother had always lived in town. She says she started behind in farm-work, and never has caught up.”</|quote|>“Yes, a new country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,” | said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.” “It must have been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena,<|quote|>“coming out here and having to do everything diff... | country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres o... | short, yielding upper lip. I sprang to my feet and ran up the bank. It was noon now, and so hot that the dogwoods and scrub-oaks began to turn up the silvery under-side of their leaves, and all the foliage looked soft and wilted. I carried the lunch-basket to the top of one of the chalk bluffs, where even on the calmes... | the leaves. Ántonia seemed to me that day exactly like the little girl who used to come to our house with Mr. Shimerda. “Some day, Tony, I am going over to your country, and I am going to the little town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?” “Jim,” she said earnestly, “if I was put down there in the middle of... | under the bushes. In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to sit there with his friend that played the trombone. When I was little I used to go down there to hear them talk—beautiful talk, like what I never hear in this country.” “What did they talk about?” I asked her. She sighed and shook her head. “Oh, I don’t ... | on her short, yielding upper lip. I sprang to my feet and ran up the bank. It was noon now, and so hot that the dogwoods and scrub-oaks began to turn up the silvery under-side of their leaves, and all the foliage looked soft and wilted. I carried the lunch-basket to the top of one of the chalk bluffs, where even on the... | My Antonia |
said Anna thoughtfully. | No speaker | on the old ones, sometimes,”<|quote|>said Anna thoughtfully.</|quote|>“My grandmother’s getting feeble now, | “Yes, a new country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,”<|quote|>said Anna thoughtfully.</|quote|>“My grandmother’s getting feeble now, and her mind wanders. She’s | her.” “It must have been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena, “coming out here and having to do everything different. My mother had always lived in town. She says she started behind in farm-work, and never has caught up.” “Yes, a new country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,”<|quote|>said Anna thoughtfully.</|quote|>“... | in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.” “It must have been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena, ... | the foliage looked soft and wilted. I carried the lunch-basket to the top of one of the chalk bluffs, where even on the calmest days there was always a breeze. The flat-topped, twisted little oaks threw light shadows on the grass. Below us we could see the windings of the river, and Black Hawk, grouped among its trees,... | the little town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?” “Jim,” she said earnestly, “if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over that little town; and along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and wh... | what I never hear in this country.” “What did they talk about?” I asked her. She sighed and shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know! About music, and the woods, and about God, and when they were young.” She turned to me suddenly and looked into my eyes. “You think, Jimmy, that maybe my father’s spirit can go back to those o... | river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain’t never forgot my own country.” There was a crackling in the branches above us, and Lena Lingard peered down over the edge of the bank. “You lazy things!” she... | My Antonia |
“My grandmother’s getting feeble now, and her mind wanders. She’s forgot about this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norway. She keeps asking mother to take her down to the waterside and the fish market. She craves fish all the time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” | Lena | ones, sometimes,” said Anna thoughtfully.<|quote|>“My grandmother’s getting feeble now, and her mind wanders. She’s forgot about this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norway. She keeps asking mother to take her down to the waterside and the fish market. She craves fish all the time. Whenever I go home I take her ca... | country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,” said Anna thoughtfully.<|quote|>“My grandmother’s getting feeble now, and her mind wanders. She’s forgot about this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norway. She keeps asking mother to take her down to the waterside and the fish market. She craves fish all the time. Whenev... | have been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena, “coming out here and having to do everything different. My mother had always lived in town. She says she started behind in farm-work, and never has caught up.” “Yes, a new country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,” said Anna thoughtfully.<|quote|>“My grandmother’s getting... | year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.” “It must have been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena, “coming out he... | soft and wilted. I carried the lunch-basket to the top of one of the chalk bluffs, where even on the calmest days there was always a breeze. The flat-topped, twisted little oaks threw light shadows on the grass. Below us we could see the windings of the river, and Black Hawk, grouped among its trees, and, beyond, the r... | where you lived. Do you remember all about it?” “Jim,” she said earnestly, “if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over that little town; and along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big root... | hear in this country.” “What did they talk about?” I asked her. She sighed and shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know! About music, and the woods, and about God, and when they were young.” She turned to me suddenly and looked into my eyes. “You think, Jimmy, that maybe my father’s spirit can go back to those old places?” I... | the bank and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so energetic; she was panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short, yielding upper lip. I sprang to my feet and ran up the bank. It was noon now, and so hot that the dogwoods and scrub-oaks began to turn up the silvery under-... | My Antonia |
“Mercy, it’s hot!” | Lena | her canned salmon and mackerel.”<|quote|>“Mercy, it’s hot!”</|quote|>Lena yawned. She was supine | I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.”<|quote|>“Mercy, it’s hot!”</|quote|>Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting | feeble now, and her mind wanders. She’s forgot about this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norway. She keeps asking mother to take her down to the waterside and the fish market. She craves fish all the time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.”<|quote|>“Mercy, it’s hot!”</|quote|>Lena yawned. ... | trial for our mothers,” said Lena, “coming out here and having to do everything different. My mother had always lived in town. She says she started behind in farm-work, and never has caught up.” “Yes, a new country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,” said Anna thoughtfully. “My grandmother’s getting feeble now, and her... | its trees, and, beyond, the rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny So... | paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain’t never forgot my own country.” There was a crackling in the branches above us, and Lena Lingard peered down over the edge of the bank. “You lazy things!” she cried. “All this elder, and you two lying there! Did n’t you hear us calling you?” ... | can go back to those old places?” I told her about the feeling of her father’s presence I had on that winter day when my grandparents had gone over to see his dead body and I was left alone in the house. I said I felt sure then that he was on his way back to his own country, and that even now, when I passed his grave, ... | “Jim,” she said earnestly, “if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over that little town; and along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain’t never forgot my... | My Antonia |
Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. | No speaker | and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!”<|quote|>Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear.</|quote|>“Come here, Jim. You never | I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!”<|quote|>Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear.</|quote|>“Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of | her mind wanders. She’s forgot about this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norway. She keeps asking mother to take her down to the waterside and the fish market. She craves fish all the time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!”<|quote|>Lena yawned. She was supine under a li... | mothers,” said Lena, “coming out here and having to do everything different. My mother had always lived in town. She says she started behind in farm-work, and never has caught up.” “Yes, a new country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,” said Anna thoughtfully. “My grandmother’s getting feeble now, and her mind wanders.... | beyond, the rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have p... | woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain’t never forgot my own country.” There was a crackling in the branches above us, and Lena Lingard peered down over the edge of the bank. “You lazy things!” she cried. “All this elder, and you two lying there! Did n’t you hear us calling you?” Almost as flushed ... | to those old places?” I told her about the feeling of her father’s presence I had on that winter day when my grandparents had gone over to see his dead body and I was left alone in the house. I said I felt sure then that he was on his way back to his own country, and that even now, when I passed his grave, I always tho... | up the bank. It was noon now, and so hot that the dogwoods and scrub-oaks began to turn up the silvery under-side of their leaves, and all the foliage looked soft and wilted. I carried the lunch-basket to the top of one of the chalk bluffs, where even on the calmest days there was always a breeze. The flat-topped, twis... | My Antonia |
“Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.” | Lena | been silly enough to wear.<|quote|>“Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.”</|quote|>She began to draw her | the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear.<|quote|>“Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.”</|quote|>She began to draw her fingers slowly through my hair. | She craves fish all the time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear.<|quote|>“Come here, Jim. You never got th... | up.” “Yes, a new country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,” said Anna thoughtfully. “My grandmother’s getting feeble now, and her mind wanders. She’s forgot about this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norway. She keeps asking mother to take her down to the waterside and the fish market. She craves fish all the tim... | her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.” “... | peered down over the edge of the bank. “You lazy things!” she cried. “All this elder, and you two lying there! Did n’t you hear us calling you?” Almost as flushed as she had been in my dream, she leaned over the edge of the bank and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so energetic; she was pantin... | body and I was left alone in the house. I said I felt sure then that he was on his way back to his own country, and that even now, when I passed his grave, I always thought of him as being among the woods and fields that were so dear to him. Ántonia had the most trusting, responsive eyes in the world; love and credulou... | until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground... | My Antonia |
She began to draw her fingers slowly through my hair. Ántonia pushed her away. | No speaker | sand out of your hair.”<|quote|>She began to draw her fingers slowly through my hair. Ántonia pushed her away.</|quote|>“You’ll never get it out | Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.”<|quote|>She began to draw her fingers slowly through my hair. Ántonia pushed her away.</|quote|>“You’ll never get it out like that,” she said sharply. | her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.”<|quote|>She began to draw her fingers ... | Anna thoughtfully. “My grandmother’s getting feeble now, and her mind wanders. She’s forgot about this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norway. She keeps asking mother to take her down to the waterside and the fish market. She craves fish all the time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mer... | wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.” “It must have been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena, “co... | cried. “All this elder, and you two lying there! Did n’t you hear us calling you?” Almost as flushed as she had been in my dream, she leaned over the edge of the bank and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so energetic; she was panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short,... | felt sure then that he was on his way back to his own country, and that even now, when I passed his grave, I always thought of him as being among the woods and fields that were so dear to him. Ántonia had the most trusting, responsive eyes in the world; love and credulousness seemed to look out of them with open faces.... | elder, and you two lying there! Did n’t you hear us calling you?” Almost as flushed as she had been in my dream, she leaned over the edge of the bank and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so energetic; she was panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short, yielding upper l... | My Antonia |
“You’ll never get it out like that,” | Antonia | hair. Ántonia pushed her away.<|quote|>“You’ll never get it out like that,”</|quote|>she said sharply. She gave | her fingers slowly through my hair. Ántonia pushed her away.<|quote|>“You’ll never get it out like that,”</|quote|>she said sharply. She gave my head a rough touzling | a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.” She began to draw her fingers slowly through my hair. Ántonia pushed her away.<|quote|>“You’ll never get it out like that,”... | this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norway. She keeps asking mother to take her down to the waterside and the fish market. She craves fish all the time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder... | “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.” “It must have been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena, “coming out here and having to do everything different. My mother had always l... | calling you?” Almost as flushed as she had been in my dream, she leaned over the edge of the bank and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so energetic; she was panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short, yielding upper lip. I sprang to my feet and ran up the bank. It was... | and that even now, when I passed his grave, I always thought of him as being among the woods and fields that were so dear to him. Ántonia had the most trusting, responsive eyes in the world; love and credulousness seemed to look out of them with open faces. “Why did n’t you ever tell me that before? It makes me feel mo... | Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.” “It must have been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena, “coming out here and having to do everything different. My mot... | My Antonia |
she said sharply. She gave my head a rough touzling and finished me off with something like a box on the ear. | No speaker | get it out like that,”<|quote|>she said sharply. She gave my head a rough touzling and finished me off with something like a box on the ear.</|quote|>“Lena, you ought n’t to | pushed her away. “You’ll never get it out like that,”<|quote|>she said sharply. She gave my head a rough touzling and finished me off with something like a box on the ear.</|quote|>“Lena, you ought n’t to try to wear those slippers | of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.” She began to draw her fingers slowly through my hair. Ántonia pushed her away. “You’ll never get it out like that,”<|quote|>she said sharply. She gave my head a... | in Norway. She keeps asking mother to take her down to the waterside and the fish market. She craves fish all the time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-he... | They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.” “It must have been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena, “coming out here and having to do everything different. My mother had always lived in town. She says she started... | had been in my dream, she leaned over the edge of the bank and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so energetic; she was panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short, yielding upper lip. I sprang to my feet and ran up the bank. It was noon now, and so hot that the dogwoods ... | his grave, I always thought of him as being among the woods and fields that were so dear to him. Ántonia had the most trusting, responsive eyes in the world; love and credulousness seemed to look out of them with open faces. “Why did n’t you ever tell me that before? It makes me feel more sure for him.” After a while s... | two lying there! Did n’t you hear us calling you?” Almost as flushed as she had been in my dream, she leaned over the edge of the bank and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so energetic; she was panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short, yielding upper lip. I sprang to... | My Antonia |
“Lena, you ought n’t to try to wear those slippers any more. They’re too small for your feet. You’d better give them to me for Yulka.” | Antonia | a box on the ear.<|quote|>“Lena, you ought n’t to try to wear those slippers any more. They’re too small for your feet. You’d better give them to me for Yulka.”</|quote|>“All right,” said Lena good-naturedly, | me off with something like a box on the ear.<|quote|>“Lena, you ought n’t to try to wear those slippers any more. They’re too small for your feet. You’d better give them to me for Yulka.”</|quote|>“All right,” said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings under | got the sand out of your hair.” She began to draw her fingers slowly through my hair. Ántonia pushed her away. “You’ll never get it out like that,” she said sharply. She gave my head a rough touzling and finished me off with something like a box on the ear.<|quote|>“Lena, you ought n’t to try to wear those slippers an... | time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.” She be... | since father’s raised rye flour for her.” “It must have been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena, “coming out here and having to do everything different. My mother had always lived in town. She says she started behind in farm-work, and never has caught up.” “Yes, a new country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,” said A... | never seen her so energetic; she was panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short, yielding upper lip. I sprang to my feet and ran up the bank. It was noon now, and so hot that the dogwoods and scrub-oaks began to turn up the silvery under-side of their leaves, and all the foliage looked soft and... | the most trusting, responsive eyes in the world; love and credulousness seemed to look out of them with open faces. “Why did n’t you ever tell me that before? It makes me feel more sure for him.” After a while she said: “You know, Jim, my father was different from my mother. He did not have to marry my mother, and all ... | this elder, and you two lying there! Did n’t you hear us calling you?” Almost as flushed as she had been in my dream, she leaned over the edge of the bank and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so energetic; she was panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short, yielding up... | My Antonia |
“All right,” | Lena | them to me for Yulka.”<|quote|>“All right,”</|quote|>said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her | your feet. You’d better give them to me for Yulka.”<|quote|>“All right,”</|quote|>said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings under her skirt. | like that,” she said sharply. She gave my head a rough touzling and finished me off with something like a box on the ear. “Lena, you ought n’t to try to wear those slippers any more. They’re too small for your feet. You’d better give them to me for Yulka.”<|quote|>“All right,”</|quote|>said Lena good-naturedly, tucking... | the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.” She began to draw her fingers slowly through my hair. Ántonia pushed her away. “You’ll never get it out like that,” she said sharply. She gave my head ... | different. My mother had always lived in town. She says she started behind in farm-work, and never has caught up.” “Yes, a new country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,” said Anna thoughtfully. “My grandmother’s getting feeble now, and her mind wanders. She’s forgot about this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norw... | feet and ran up the bank. It was noon now, and so hot that the dogwoods and scrub-oaks began to turn up the silvery under-side of their leaves, and all the foliage looked soft and wilted. I carried the lunch-basket to the top of one of the chalk bluffs, where even on the calmest days there was always a breeze. The flat... | me that before? It makes me feel more sure for him.” After a while she said: “You know, Jim, my father was different from my mother. He did not have to marry my mother, and all his brothers quarreled with him because he did. I used to hear the old people at home whisper about it. They said he could have paid my mother ... | My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain’t never forgot my own country.” There was a crackling in the branches above us, and Lena Lingard peered down over the edge of the bank. “You lazy things!” she cried. “All this elder, and you two lying there! Di... | My Antonia |
said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings under her skirt. | No speaker | me for Yulka.” “All right,”<|quote|>said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings under her skirt.</|quote|>“You get all Yulka’s things, | You’d better give them to me for Yulka.” “All right,”<|quote|>said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings under her skirt.</|quote|>“You get all Yulka’s things, don’t you? I wish father | she said sharply. She gave my head a rough touzling and finished me off with something like a box on the ear. “Lena, you ought n’t to try to wear those slippers any more. They’re too small for your feet. You’d better give them to me for Yulka.” “All right,”<|quote|>said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings ... | of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.” She began to draw her fingers slowly through my hair. Ántonia pushed her away. “You’ll never get it out like that,” she said sharply. She gave my head a rough t... | mother had always lived in town. She says she started behind in farm-work, and never has caught up.” “Yes, a new country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,” said Anna thoughtfully. “My grandmother’s getting feeble now, and her mind wanders. She’s forgot about this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norway. She keeps ... | ran up the bank. It was noon now, and so hot that the dogwoods and scrub-oaks began to turn up the silvery under-side of their leaves, and all the foliage looked soft and wilted. I carried the lunch-basket to the top of one of the chalk bluffs, where even on the calmest days there was always a breeze. The flat-topped, ... | before? It makes me feel more sure for him.” After a while she said: “You know, Jim, my father was different from my mother. He did not have to marry my mother, and all his brothers quarreled with him because he did. I used to hear the old people at home whisper about it. They said he could have paid my mother money, a... | “It must have been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena, “coming out here and having to do everything different. My mother had always lived in town. She says she started behind in farm-work, and never has caught up.” “Yes, a new country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,” said Anna thoughtfully. “My grandmother’s gettin... | My Antonia |
“You get all Yulka’s things, don’t you? I wish father did n’t have such bad luck with his farm machinery; then I could buy more things for my sisters. I’m going to get Mary a new coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!” | Lena | white stockings under her skirt.<|quote|>“You get all Yulka’s things, don’t you? I wish father did n’t have such bad luck with his farm machinery; then I could buy more things for my sisters. I’m going to get Mary a new coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!”</|quote|>Tiny asked her why she | said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings under her skirt.<|quote|>“You get all Yulka’s things, don’t you? I wish father did n’t have such bad luck with his farm machinery; then I could buy more things for my sisters. I’m going to get Mary a new coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!”</|quote... | and finished me off with something like a box on the ear. “Lena, you ought n’t to try to wear those slippers any more. They’re too small for your feet. You’d better give them to me for Yulka.” “All right,” said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings under her skirt.<|quote|>“You get all Yulka’s things, don’t ... | she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.” She began to draw her fingers slowly through my hair. Ántonia pushed her away. “You’ll never get it out like that,” she said sharply. She gave my head a rough touzling and finished me off with something like a box on the ear.... | behind in farm-work, and never has caught up.” “Yes, a new country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,” said Anna thoughtfully. “My grandmother’s getting feeble now, and her mind wanders. She’s forgot about this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norway. She keeps asking mother to take her down to the waterside and th... | hot that the dogwoods and scrub-oaks began to turn up the silvery under-side of their leaves, and all the foliage looked soft and wilted. I carried the lunch-basket to the top of one of the chalk bluffs, where even on the calmest days there was always a breeze. The flat-topped, twisted little oaks threw light shadows o... | a while she said: “You know, Jim, my father was different from my mother. He did not have to marry my mother, and all his brothers quarreled with him because he did. I used to hear the old people at home whisper about it. They said he could have paid my mother money, and not married her. But he was older than she was, ... | and Black Hawk, grouped among its trees, and, beyond, the rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn... | My Antonia |
Tiny asked her why she did n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats would be cheaper. | No speaker | sulky plough’s never paid for!”<|quote|>Tiny asked her why she did n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats would be cheaper.</|quote|>“What do you think of | coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!”<|quote|>Tiny asked her why she did n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats would be cheaper.</|quote|>“What do you think of poor me?” she added; “with | stockings under her skirt. “You get all Yulka’s things, don’t you? I wish father did n’t have such bad luck with his farm machinery; then I could buy more things for my sisters. I’m going to get Mary a new coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!”<|quote|>Tiny asked her why she did n’t wait until after Chr... | head a rough touzling and finished me off with something like a box on the ear. “Lena, you ought n’t to try to wear those slippers any more. They’re too small for your feet. You’d better give them to me for Yulka.” “All right,” said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings under her skirt. “You get all Yulka’s ... | to take her down to the waterside and the fish market. She craves fish all the time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly en... | a breeze. The flat-topped, twisted little oaks threw light shadows on the grass. Below us we could see the windings of the river, and Black Hawk, grouped among its trees, and, beyond, the rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls point... | he could have paid my mother money, and not married her. But he was older than she was, and he was too kind to treat her like that. He lived in his mother’s house, and she was a poor girl come in to do the work. After my father married her, my grandmother never let my mother come into her house again. When I went to my... | along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain’t never forgot my own country.” There was a crackling in the branches above us, and Lena Lingard peered down over the edge of the bank. “You lazy th... | My Antonia |
“What do you think of poor me?” | Tiny | when coats would be cheaper.<|quote|>“What do you think of poor me?”</|quote|>she added; “with six at | n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats would be cheaper.<|quote|>“What do you think of poor me?”</|quote|>she added; “with six at home, younger than I am? | have such bad luck with his farm machinery; then I could buy more things for my sisters. I’m going to get Mary a new coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!” Tiny asked her why she did n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats would be cheaper.<|quote|>“What do you think of poor me?”</|quote|>she added; ... | “Lena, you ought n’t to try to wear those slippers any more. They’re too small for your feet. You’d better give them to me for Yulka.” “All right,” said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings under her skirt. “You get all Yulka’s things, don’t you? I wish father did n’t have such bad luck with his farm machin... | time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.” She be... | could see the windings of the river, and Black Hawk, grouped among its trees, and, beyond, the rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in... | she was, and he was too kind to treat her like that. He lived in his mother’s house, and she was a poor girl come in to do the work. After my father married her, my grandmother never let my mother come into her house again. When I went to my grandmother’s funeral was the only time I was ever in my grandmother’s house. ... | girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, e... | My Antonia |
she added; | No speaker | you think of poor me?”<|quote|>she added;</|quote|>“with six at home, younger | would be cheaper. “What do you think of poor me?”<|quote|>she added;</|quote|>“with six at home, younger than I am? And they | machinery; then I could buy more things for my sisters. I’m going to get Mary a new coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!” Tiny asked her why she did n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats would be cheaper. “What do you think of poor me?”<|quote|>she added;</|quote|>“with six at home, younger than I... | wear those slippers any more. They’re too small for your feet. You’d better give them to me for Yulka.” “All right,” said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings under her skirt. “You get all Yulka’s things, don’t you? I wish father did n’t have such bad luck with his farm machinery; then I could buy more thin... | her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.” She began to draw her fingers slowly t... | and Black Hawk, grouped among its trees, and, beyond, the rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn... | to treat her like that. He lived in his mother’s house, and she was a poor girl come in to do the work. After my father married her, my grandmother never let my mother come into her house again. When I went to my grandmother’s funeral was the only time I was ever in my grandmother’s house. Don’t that seem strange?” Whi... | which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for h... | My Antonia |
“with six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!” | Tiny | of poor me?” she added;<|quote|>“with six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!”</|quote|>She shrugged her shoulders. “But, | cheaper. “What do you think of poor me?” she added;<|quote|>“with six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!”</|quote|>She shrugged her shoulders. “But, you know, my weakness is | I could buy more things for my sisters. I’m going to get Mary a new coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!” Tiny asked her why she did n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats would be cheaper. “What do you think of poor me?” she added;<|quote|>“with six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I... | slippers any more. They’re too small for your feet. You’d better give them to me for Yulka.” “All right,” said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings under her skirt. “You get all Yulka’s things, don’t you? I wish father did n’t have such bad luck with his farm machinery; then I could buy more things for my s... | salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.” She began to draw her fingers slowly through my h... | Hawk, grouped among its trees, and, beyond, the rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old ... | her like that. He lived in his mother’s house, and she was a poor girl come in to do the work. After my father married her, my grandmother never let my mother come into her house again. When I went to my grandmother’s funeral was the only time I was ever in my grandmother’s house. Don’t that seem strange?” While she ta... | branches above us, and Lena Lingard peered down over the edge of the bank. “You lazy things!” she cried. “All this elder, and you two lying there! Did n’t you hear us calling you?” Almost as flushed as she had been in my dream, she leaned over the edge of the bank and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never s... | My Antonia |
She shrugged her shoulders. | No speaker | country I’m dressed so fine!”<|quote|>She shrugged her shoulders.</|quote|>“But, you know, my weakness | I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!”<|quote|>She shrugged her shoulders.</|quote|>“But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to | asked her why she did n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats would be cheaper. “What do you think of poor me?” she added; “with six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!”<|quote|>She shrugged her shoulders.</|quote|>“But, you know, my wea... | under her skirt. “You get all Yulka’s things, don’t you? I wish father did n’t have such bad luck with his farm machinery; then I could buy more things for my sisters. I’m going to get Mary a new coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!” Tiny asked her why she did n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats... | the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.” She began to draw her fingers slowly through my hair. Ántonia pushed her away. “You’ll never get it out like that,” she said sharply. She gave my head a rough touzling and finished me off with somethi... | the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesic... | my grandmother never let my mother come into her house again. When I went to my grandmother’s funeral was the only time I was ever in my grandmother’s house. Don’t that seem strange?” While she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees hum... | take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.” She began to draw her fingers slo... | My Antonia |
“But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.” | Tiny | fine!” She shrugged her shoulders.<|quote|>“But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.”</|quote|>“I know how that is,” | the country I’m dressed so fine!” She shrugged her shoulders.<|quote|>“But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.”</|quote|>“I know how that is,” said Anna. “When we first | did n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats would be cheaper. “What do you think of poor me?” she added; “with six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!” She shrugged her shoulders.<|quote|>“But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like... | get all Yulka’s things, don’t you? I wish father did n’t have such bad luck with his farm machinery; then I could buy more things for my sisters. I’m going to get Mary a new coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!” Tiny asked her why she did n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats would be cheaper. “Wh... | had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.” She began to draw her fingers slowly through my hair. Ántonia pushed her away. “You’ll never get it out like that,” she said sharply. She gave my head a rough touzling and finished me off with something like a box on the ear. “Le... | to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s... | my mother come into her house again. When I went to my grandmother’s funeral was the only time I was ever in my grandmother’s house. Don’t that seem strange?” While she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but the... | in my dream, she leaned over the edge of the bank and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so energetic; she was panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short, yielding upper lip. I sprang to my feet and ran up the bank. It was noon now, and so hot that the dogwoods and scrub... | My Antonia |
said Anna. | No speaker | “I know how that is,”<|quote|>said Anna.</|quote|>“When we first came here, | better than what they need.” “I know how that is,”<|quote|>said Anna.</|quote|>“When we first came here, and I was little, we | home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!” She shrugged her shoulders. “But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.” “I know how that is,”<|quote|>said Anna.</|quote|>“When we first came here, ... | more things for my sisters. I’m going to get Mary a new coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!” Tiny asked her why she did n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats would be cheaper. “What do you think of poor me?” she added; “with six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because whe... | fingers slowly through my hair. Ántonia pushed her away. “You’ll never get it out like that,” she said sharply. She gave my head a rough touzling and finished me off with something like a box on the ear. “Lena, you ought n’t to try to wear those slippers any more. They’re too small for your feet. You’d better give them... | many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.” “It must have been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena, “coming out here and having... | grandmother’s house. Don’t that seem strange?” While she talked, I lay back in the hot sand and looked up at the blue sky between the flat bouquets of elder. I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the leaves. Ántonia seemed to ... | flushed as she had been in my dream, she leaned over the edge of the bank and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so energetic; she was panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short, yielding upper lip. I sprang to my feet and ran up the bank. It was noon now, and so hot tha... | My Antonia |
“I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!” | Lena | still hate him for it.”<|quote|>“I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!”</|quote|>Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the | boat broke her, and I still hate him for it.”<|quote|>“I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!”</|quote|>Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the babies came along pretty fast, | that is,” said Anna. “When we first came here, and I was little, we were too poor to buy toys. I never got over the loss of a doll somebody gave me before we left Norway. A boy on the boat broke her, and I still hate him for it.”<|quote|>“I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!”</|quo... | six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!” She shrugged her shoulders. “But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.” “I know how that is,” said Anna. “When we first came here, and I was ... | any more. They’re too small for your feet. You’d better give them to me for Yulka.” “All right,” said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings under her skirt. “You get all Yulka’s things, don’t you? I wish father did n’t have such bad luck with his farm machinery; then I could buy more things for my sisters. I... | been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena, “coming out here and having to do everything different. My mother had always lived in town. She says she started behind in farm-work, and never has caught up.” “Yes, a new country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,” said Anna thoughtfully. “My grandmother’s getting feeble now, ... | did not come down into the shadow of the leaves. Ántonia seemed to me that day exactly like the little girl who used to come to our house with Mr. Shimerda. “Some day, Tony, I am going over to your country, and I am going to the little town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?” “Jim,” she said earnestly, “if ... | a new country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,” said Anna thoughtfully. “My grandmother’s getting feeble now, and her mind wanders. She’s forgot about this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norway. She keeps asking mother to take her down to the waterside and the fish market. She craves fish all the time. Whenever... | My Antonia |
Lena remarked cynically. | No speaker | dolls to nurse, like me!”<|quote|>Lena remarked cynically.</|quote|>“Yes, the babies came along | you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!”<|quote|>Lena remarked cynically.</|quote|>“Yes, the babies came along pretty fast, to be sure. | poor to buy toys. I never got over the loss of a doll somebody gave me before we left Norway. A boy on the boat broke her, and I still hate him for it.” “I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!”<|quote|>Lena remarked cynically.</|quote|>“Yes, the babies came along pretty fast, to be s... | go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!” She shrugged her shoulders. “But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.” “I know how that is,” said Anna. “When we first came here, and I was little, we were too poor to buy toys. I never got over the loss of a doll so... | “All right,” said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings under her skirt. “You get all Yulka’s things, don’t you? I wish father did n’t have such bad luck with his farm machinery; then I could buy more things for my sisters. I’m going to get Mary a new coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!” Ti... | different. My mother had always lived in town. She says she started behind in farm-work, and never has caught up.” “Yes, a new country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,” said Anna thoughtfully. “My grandmother’s getting feeble now, and her mind wanders. She’s forgot about this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norw... | exactly like the little girl who used to come to our house with Mr. Shimerda. “Some day, Tony, I am going over to your country, and I am going to the little town where you lived. Do you remember all about it?” “Jim,” she said earnestly, “if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over t... | how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.” “It must have been a trial for our m... | My Antonia |
Lena sighed. | No speaker | one we love best now.”<|quote|>Lena sighed.</|quote|>“Oh, the babies are all | of us want, is the one we love best now.”<|quote|>Lena sighed.</|quote|>“Oh, the babies are all right; if only they don’t | had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!” Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the babies came along pretty fast, to be sure. But I never minded. I was fond of them all. The youngest one, that we did n’t any of us want, is the one we love best now.”<|quote|>Lena sighed.</|quote|>“Oh, the babies are all right; if only they... | came here, and I was little, we were too poor to buy toys. I never got over the loss of a doll somebody gave me before we left Norway. A boy on the boat broke her, and I still hate him for it.” “I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!” Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the babies came al... | I’m going to get Mary a new coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!” Tiny asked her why she did n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats would be cheaper. “What do you think of poor me?” she added; “with six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I... | wanders. She’s forgot about this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norway. She keeps asking mother to take her down to the waterside and the fish market. She craves fish all the time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting... | it?” “Jim,” she said earnestly, “if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over that little town; and along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain’t never forg... | to the waterside and the fish market. She craves fish all the time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Co... | My Antonia |
“Oh, the babies are all right; if only they don’t come in winter. Ours nearly always did. I don’t see how mother stood it. I tell you what girls,” | Lena | love best now.” Lena sighed.<|quote|>“Oh, the babies are all right; if only they don’t come in winter. Ours nearly always did. I don’t see how mother stood it. I tell you what girls,”</|quote|>she sat up with sudden | want, is the one we love best now.” Lena sighed.<|quote|>“Oh, the babies are all right; if only they don’t come in winter. Ours nearly always did. I don’t see how mother stood it. I tell you what girls,”</|quote|>she sat up with sudden energy; “I’m going to get | of live dolls to nurse, like me!” Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the babies came along pretty fast, to be sure. But I never minded. I was fond of them all. The youngest one, that we did n’t any of us want, is the one we love best now.” Lena sighed.<|quote|>“Oh, the babies are all right; if only they don’t come in winte... | and I was little, we were too poor to buy toys. I never got over the loss of a doll somebody gave me before we left Norway. A boy on the boat broke her, and I still hate him for it.” “I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!” Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the babies came along pretty ... | to get Mary a new coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!” Tiny asked her why she did n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats would be cheaper. “What do you think of poor me?” she added; “with six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed... | forgot about this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norway. She keeps asking mother to take her down to the waterside and the fish market. She craves fish all the time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury... | she said earnestly, “if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over that little town; and along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain’t never forgot my own co... | light shadows on the grass. Below us we could see the windings of the river, and Black Hawk, grouped among its trees, and, beyond, the rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm... | My Antonia |
she sat up with sudden energy; | No speaker | I tell you what girls,”<|quote|>she sat up with sudden energy;</|quote|>“I’m going to get my | see how mother stood it. I tell you what girls,”<|quote|>she sat up with sudden energy;</|quote|>“I’m going to get my mother out of that old | all. The youngest one, that we did n’t any of us want, is the one we love best now.” Lena sighed. “Oh, the babies are all right; if only they don’t come in winter. Ours nearly always did. I don’t see how mother stood it. I tell you what girls,”<|quote|>she sat up with sudden energy;</|quote|>“I’m going to get my mother... | on the boat broke her, and I still hate him for it.” “I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!” Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the babies came along pretty fast, to be sure. But I never minded. I was fond of them all. The youngest one, that we did n’t any of us want, is the one we love... | be cheaper. “What do you think of poor me?” she added; “with six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!” She shrugged her shoulders. “But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.” “I know ... | all the time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.... | to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain’t never forgot my own country.” There was a crackling in the branches above us, and Lena Lingard peered down over the edge of the bank. “You lazy things!” she cried... | rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty... | My Antonia |
“I’m going to get my mother out of that old sod house where she’s lived so many years. The men will never do it. Johnnie, that’s my oldest brother, he’s wanting to get married now, and build a house for his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she thinks I can move to some other town pretty soon, and go into bu... | Lena | sat up with sudden energy;<|quote|>“I’m going to get my mother out of that old sod house where she’s lived so many years. The men will never do it. Johnnie, that’s my oldest brother, he’s wanting to get married now, and build a house for his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she thinks I can move to some oth... | tell you what girls,” she sat up with sudden energy;<|quote|>“I’m going to get my mother out of that old sod house where she’s lived so many years. The men will never do it. Johnnie, that’s my oldest brother, he’s wanting to get married now, and build a house for his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she thi... | did n’t any of us want, is the one we love best now.” Lena sighed. “Oh, the babies are all right; if only they don’t come in winter. Ours nearly always did. I don’t see how mother stood it. I tell you what girls,” she sat up with sudden energy;<|quote|>“I’m going to get my mother out of that old sod house where she’s l... | I still hate him for it.” “I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!” Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the babies came along pretty fast, to be sure. But I never minded. I was fond of them all. The youngest one, that we did n’t any of us want, is the one we love best now.” Lena sighed. “O... | of poor me?” she added; “with six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!” She shrugged her shoulders. “But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.” “I know how that is,” said Anna. “When ... | home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.” She began to draw her fing... | grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain’t never forgot my own country.” There was a crackling in the branches above us, and Lena Lingard peered down over the edge of the bank. “You lazy things!” she cried. “All this elder, and you ... | rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.” “It must have been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena, “coming out here and having to do everything different. My mother had always lived in town. She says she st... | My Antonia |
said Anna sarcastically. | No speaker | poor way to get on,”<|quote|>said Anna sarcastically.</|quote|>“I wish I could teach | gambler.” “That would be a poor way to get on,”<|quote|>said Anna sarcastically.</|quote|>“I wish I could teach school, like Selma Kronn. Just | a house for his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she thinks I can move to some other town pretty soon, and go into business for myself. If I don’t get into business, I’ll maybe marry a rich gambler.” “That would be a poor way to get on,”<|quote|>said Anna sarcastically.</|quote|>“I wish I could teach school... | stood it. I tell you what girls,” she sat up with sudden energy; “I’m going to get my mother out of that old sod house where she’s lived so many years. The men will never do it. Johnnie, that’s my oldest brother, he’s wanting to get married now, and build a house for his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she... | me before we left Norway. A boy on the boat broke her, and I still hate him for it.” “I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!” Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the babies came along pretty fast, to be sure. But I never minded. I was fond of them all. The youngest one, that we did n’t an... | off with something like a box on the ear. “Lena, you ought n’t to try to wear those slippers any more. They’re too small for your feet. You’d better give them to me for Yulka.” “All right,” said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings under her skirt. “You get all Yulka’s things, don’t you? I wish father did n... | and began to demolish our flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so energetic; she was panting with zeal, and the perspiration stood in drops on her short, yielding upper lip. I sprang to my feet and ran up the bank. It was noon now, and so hot that the dogwoods and scrub-oaks began to turn up the silvery under-side of t... | than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!” She shrugged her shoulders. “But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.” “I know how that is,” said Anna. “When we first came here, and I was little, we were too p... | My Antonia |
Selma was a studious girl, who had not much tolerance for giddy things like Tiny and Lena; but they always spoke of her with admiration. Tiny moved about restlessly, fanning herself with her straw hat. | No speaker | to be proud of her.”<|quote|>Selma was a studious girl, who had not much tolerance for giddy things like Tiny and Lena; but they always spoke of her with admiration. Tiny moved about restlessly, fanning herself with her straw hat.</|quote|>“If I was smart like | the High School. We ought to be proud of her.”<|quote|>Selma was a studious girl, who had not much tolerance for giddy things like Tiny and Lena; but they always spoke of her with admiration. Tiny moved about restlessly, fanning herself with her straw hat.</|quote|>“If I was smart like her, I’d be at my | I’ll maybe marry a rich gambler.” “That would be a poor way to get on,” said Anna sarcastically. “I wish I could teach school, like Selma Kronn. Just think! She’ll be the first Scandinavian girl to get a position in the High School. We ought to be proud of her.”<|quote|>Selma was a studious girl, who had not much toler... | do it. Johnnie, that’s my oldest brother, he’s wanting to get married now, and build a house for his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she thinks I can move to some other town pretty soon, and go into business for myself. If I don’t get into business, I’ll maybe marry a rich gambler.” “That would be a poor w... | Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the babies came along pretty fast, to be sure. But I never minded. I was fond of them all. The youngest one, that we did n’t any of us want, is the one we love best now.” Lena sighed. “Oh, the babies are all right; if only they don’t come in winter. Ours nearly always did. I don’t see how... | “All right,” said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings under her skirt. “You get all Yulka’s things, don’t you? I wish father did n’t have such bad luck with his farm machinery; then I could buy more things for my sisters. I’m going to get Mary a new coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!” Ti... | feet and ran up the bank. It was noon now, and so hot that the dogwoods and scrub-oaks began to turn up the silvery under-side of their leaves, and all the foliage looked soft and wilted. I carried the lunch-basket to the top of one of the chalk bluffs, where even on the calmest days there was always a breeze. The flat... | you? I wish father did n’t have such bad luck with his farm machinery; then I could buy more things for my sisters. I’m going to get Mary a new coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!” Tiny asked her why she did n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats would be cheaper. “What do you think of poor me?” s... | My Antonia |
“So was my mother’s father,” | Lena | up in the old country.”<|quote|>“So was my mother’s father,”</|quote|>murmured Lena, “but that’s all | her! He was something high up in the old country.”<|quote|>“So was my mother’s father,”</|quote|>murmured Lena, “but that’s all the good it does us! | always spoke of her with admiration. Tiny moved about restlessly, fanning herself with her straw hat. “If I was smart like her, I’d be at my books day and night. But she was born smart—and look how her father’s trained her! He was something high up in the old country.”<|quote|>“So was my mother’s father,”</|quote|>murm... | wish I could teach school, like Selma Kronn. Just think! She’ll be the first Scandinavian girl to get a position in the High School. We ought to be proud of her.” Selma was a studious girl, who had not much tolerance for giddy things like Tiny and Lena; but they always spoke of her with admiration. Tiny moved about re... | you what girls,” she sat up with sudden energy; “I’m going to get my mother out of that old sod house where she’s lived so many years. The men will never do it. Johnnie, that’s my oldest brother, he’s wanting to get married now, and build a house for his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she thinks I can mov... | when coats would be cheaper. “What do you think of poor me?” she added; “with six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!” She shrugged her shoulders. “But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what the... | the grass. Below us we could see the windings of the river, and Black Hawk, grouped among its trees, and, beyond, the rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me... | things, don’t you? I wish father did n’t have such bad luck with his farm machinery; then I could buy more things for my sisters. I’m going to get Mary a new coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!” Tiny asked her why she did n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats would be cheaper. “What do you think ... | My Antonia |
murmured Lena, | No speaker | “So was my mother’s father,”<|quote|>murmured Lena,</|quote|>“but that’s all the good | up in the old country.” “So was my mother’s father,”<|quote|>murmured Lena,</|quote|>“but that’s all the good it does us! My father’s | admiration. Tiny moved about restlessly, fanning herself with her straw hat. “If I was smart like her, I’d be at my books day and night. But she was born smart—and look how her father’s trained her! He was something high up in the old country.” “So was my mother’s father,”<|quote|>murmured Lena,</|quote|>“but that’s al... | like Selma Kronn. Just think! She’ll be the first Scandinavian girl to get a position in the High School. We ought to be proud of her.” Selma was a studious girl, who had not much tolerance for giddy things like Tiny and Lena; but they always spoke of her with admiration. Tiny moved about restlessly, fanning herself w... | up with sudden energy; “I’m going to get my mother out of that old sod house where she’s lived so many years. The men will never do it. Johnnie, that’s my oldest brother, he’s wanting to get married now, and build a house for his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she thinks I can move to some other town pret... | “What do you think of poor me?” she added; “with six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!” She shrugged her shoulders. “But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.” “I know how that is,... | could see the windings of the river, and Black Hawk, grouped among its trees, and, beyond, the rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in... | and finished me off with something like a box on the ear. “Lena, you ought n’t to try to wear those slippers any more. They’re too small for your feet. You’d better give them to me for Yulka.” “All right,” said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings under her skirt. “You get all Yulka’s things, don’t you? I w... | My Antonia |
“but that’s all the good it does us! My father’s father was smart, too, but he was wild. He married a Lapp. I guess that’s what’s the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.” | Lena | my mother’s father,” murmured Lena,<|quote|>“but that’s all the good it does us! My father’s father was smart, too, but he was wild. He married a Lapp. I guess that’s what’s the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.”</|quote|>“A real Lapp, Lena?” I | the old country.” “So was my mother’s father,” murmured Lena,<|quote|>“but that’s all the good it does us! My father’s father was smart, too, but he was wild. He married a Lapp. I guess that’s what’s the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.”</|quote|>“A real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed. “The kind that wear | moved about restlessly, fanning herself with her straw hat. “If I was smart like her, I’d be at my books day and night. But she was born smart—and look how her father’s trained her! He was something high up in the old country.” “So was my mother’s father,” murmured Lena,<|quote|>“but that’s all the good it does us! My ... | Kronn. Just think! She’ll be the first Scandinavian girl to get a position in the High School. We ought to be proud of her.” Selma was a studious girl, who had not much tolerance for giddy things like Tiny and Lena; but they always spoke of her with admiration. Tiny moved about restlessly, fanning herself with her str... | sudden energy; “I’m going to get my mother out of that old sod house where she’s lived so many years. The men will never do it. Johnnie, that’s my oldest brother, he’s wanting to get married now, and build a house for his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she thinks I can move to some other town pretty soon,... | you think of poor me?” she added; “with six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!” She shrugged her shoulders. “But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.” “I know how that is,” said An... | the windings of the river, and Black Hawk, grouped among its trees, and, beyond, the rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sky. We could recognize familiar farmhouses and windmills. Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat tha... | I was little, we were too poor to buy toys. I never got over the loss of a doll somebody gave me before we left Norway. A boy on the boat broke her, and I still hate him for it.” “I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!” Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the babies came along pretty fast... | My Antonia |
“A real Lapp, Lena?” | Jim | say Lapp blood will out.”<|quote|>“A real Lapp, Lena?”</|quote|>I exclaimed. “The kind that | the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.”<|quote|>“A real Lapp, Lena?”</|quote|>I exclaimed. “The kind that wear skins?” “I don’t know | something high up in the old country.” “So was my mother’s father,” murmured Lena, “but that’s all the good it does us! My father’s father was smart, too, but he was wild. He married a Lapp. I guess that’s what’s the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.”<|quote|>“A real Lapp, Lena?”</|quote|>I exclaimed. “The ... | things like Tiny and Lena; but they always spoke of her with admiration. Tiny moved about restlessly, fanning herself with her straw hat. “If I was smart like her, I’d be at my books day and night. But she was born smart—and look how her father’s trained her! He was something high up in the old country.” “So was my mot... | now, and build a house for his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she thinks I can move to some other town pretty soon, and go into business for myself. If I don’t get into business, I’ll maybe marry a rich gambler.” “That would be a poor way to get on,” said Anna sarcastically. “I wish I could teach school, ... | shoulders. “But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.” “I know how that is,” said Anna. “When we first came here, and I was little, we were too poor to buy toys. I never got over the loss of a doll somebody gave me before we left Norway. A boy on the boat broke ... | out to me the direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since fath... | father did n’t have such bad luck with his farm machinery; then I could buy more things for my sisters. I’m going to get Mary a new coat this fall, if the sulky plough’s never paid for!” Tiny asked her why she did n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats would be cheaper. “What do you think of poor me?” she added; “w... | My Antonia |
I exclaimed. | No speaker | out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?”<|quote|>I exclaimed.</|quote|>“The kind that wear skins?” | they say Lapp blood will out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?”<|quote|>I exclaimed.</|quote|>“The kind that wear skins?” “I don’t know if she | the old country.” “So was my mother’s father,” murmured Lena, “but that’s all the good it does us! My father’s father was smart, too, but he was wild. He married a Lapp. I guess that’s what’s the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?”<|quote|>I exclaimed.</|quote|>“The kind that wear skins?... | Lena; but they always spoke of her with admiration. Tiny moved about restlessly, fanning herself with her straw hat. “If I was smart like her, I’d be at my books day and night. But she was born smart—and look how her father’s trained her! He was something high up in the old country.” “So was my mother’s father,” murmur... | house for his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she thinks I can move to some other town pretty soon, and go into business for myself. If I don’t get into business, I’ll maybe marry a rich gambler.” “That would be a poor way to get on,” said Anna sarcastically. “I wish I could teach school, like Selma Kronn.... | my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.” “I know how that is,” said Anna. “When we first came here, and I was little, we were too poor to buy toys. I never got over the loss of a doll somebody gave me before we left Norway. A boy on the boat broke her, and I still hate him f... | direction in which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised ry... | wear those slippers any more. They’re too small for your feet. You’d better give them to me for Yulka.” “All right,” said Lena good-naturedly, tucking her white stockings under her skirt. “You get all Yulka’s things, don’t you? I wish father did n’t have such bad luck with his farm machinery; then I could buy more thin... | My Antonia |
“The kind that wear skins?” | Jim | real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed.<|quote|>“The kind that wear skins?”</|quote|>“I don’t know if she | Lapp blood will out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed.<|quote|>“The kind that wear skins?”</|quote|>“I don’t know if she wore skins, but she was | country.” “So was my mother’s father,” murmured Lena, “but that’s all the good it does us! My father’s father was smart, too, but he was wild. He married a Lapp. I guess that’s what’s the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed.<|quote|>“The kind that wear skins?”</|quote|>“I don... | they always spoke of her with admiration. Tiny moved about restlessly, fanning herself with her straw hat. “If I was smart like her, I’d be at my books day and night. But she was born smart—and look how her father’s trained her! He was something high up in the old country.” “So was my mother’s father,” murmured Lena, “... | his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she thinks I can move to some other town pretty soon, and go into business for myself. If I don’t get into business, I’ll maybe marry a rich gambler.” “That would be a poor way to get on,” said Anna sarcastically. “I wish I could teach school, like Selma Kronn. Just thin... | is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.” “I know how that is,” said Anna. “When we first came here, and I was little, we were too poor to buy toys. I never got over the loss of a doll somebody gave me before we left Norway. A boy on the boat broke her, and I still hate him for it.” “I g... | which her father’s farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for h... | me before we left Norway. A boy on the boat broke her, and I still hate him for it.” “I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!” Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the babies came along pretty fast, to be sure. But I never minded. I was fond of them all. The youngest one, that we did n’t an... | My Antonia |
“I don’t know if she wore skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.” | Lena | “The kind that wear skins?”<|quote|>“I don’t know if she wore skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.”</|quote|>“But I thought Lapland women | real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed. “The kind that wear skins?”<|quote|>“I don’t know if she wore skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.”</|quote|>“But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, ... | father,” murmured Lena, “but that’s all the good it does us! My father’s father was smart, too, but he was wild. He married a Lapp. I guess that’s what’s the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed. “The kind that wear skins?”<|quote|>“I don’t know if she wore skins, but she was ... | with admiration. Tiny moved about restlessly, fanning herself with her straw hat. “If I was smart like her, I’d be at my books day and night. But she was born smart—and look how her father’s trained her! He was something high up in the old country.” “So was my mother’s father,” murmured Lena, “but that’s all the good i... | mother. Mrs. Thomas says she thinks I can move to some other town pretty soon, and go into business for myself. If I don’t get into business, I’ll maybe marry a rich gambler.” “That would be a poor way to get on,” said Anna sarcastically. “I wish I could teach school, like Selma Kronn. Just think! She’ll be the first S... | buy them playthings better than what they need.” “I know how that is,” said Anna. “When we first came here, and I was little, we were too poor to buy toys. I never got over the loss of a doll somebody gave me before we left Norway. A boy on the boat broke her, and I still hate him for it.” “I guess after you got here y... | and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn. “My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.” “It must have been a tri... | plough’s never paid for!” Tiny asked her why she did n’t wait until after Christmas, when coats would be cheaper. “What do you think of poor me?” she added; “with six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!” She shrugged her shoulders. “But, yo... | My Antonia |
“But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?” | Jim | her. He would marry her.”<|quote|>“But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?”</|quote|>I objected. “I don’t know, | had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.”<|quote|>“But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?”</|quote|>I objected. “I don’t know, maybe. There must be something | Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed. “The kind that wear skins?” “I don’t know if she wore skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.”<|quote|>“But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint... | up in the old country.” “So was my mother’s father,” murmured Lena, “but that’s all the good it does us! My father’s father was smart, too, but he was wild. He married a Lapp. I guess that’s what’s the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed. “The kind that wear skins?” “I don’t ... | on,” said Anna sarcastically. “I wish I could teach school, like Selma Kronn. Just think! She’ll be the first Scandinavian girl to get a position in the High School. We ought to be proud of her.” Selma was a studious girl, who had not much tolerance for giddy things like Tiny and Lena; but they always spoke of her with... | gave me before we left Norway. A boy on the boat broke her, and I still hate him for it.” “I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!” Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the babies came along pretty fast, to be sure. But I never minded. I was fond of them all. The youngest one, that we did n... | It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.” “It must have been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena, “coming out here and having to do everything different. My mother had always lived in town. She says she started behind in farm-work, and never has caught up.” “Yes, a n... | a house for his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she thinks I can move to some other town pretty soon, and go into business for myself. If I don’t get into business, I’ll maybe marry a rich gambler.” “That would be a poor way to get on,” said Anna sarcastically. “I wish I could teach school, like Selma Kron... | My Antonia |
I objected. | No speaker | had squint eyes, like Chinese?”<|quote|>I objected.</|quote|>“I don’t know, maybe. There | were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?”<|quote|>I objected.</|quote|>“I don’t know, maybe. There must be something mighty taking | skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.” “But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?”<|quote|>I objected.</|quote|>“I don’t know, maybe. There must be s... | the good it does us! My father’s father was smart, too, but he was wild. He married a Lapp. I guess that’s what’s the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed. “The kind that wear skins?” “I don’t know if she wore skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful ab... | She’ll be the first Scandinavian girl to get a position in the High School. We ought to be proud of her.” Selma was a studious girl, who had not much tolerance for giddy things like Tiny and Lena; but they always spoke of her with admiration. Tiny moved about restlessly, fanning herself with her straw hat. “If I was s... | still hate him for it.” “I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!” Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the babies came along pretty fast, to be sure. But I never minded. I was fond of them all. The youngest one, that we did n’t any of us want, is the one we love best now.” Lena sighed. “Oh,... | for her.” “It must have been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena, “coming out here and having to do everything different. My mother had always lived in town. She says she started behind in farm-work, and never has caught up.” “Yes, a new country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,” said Anna thoughtfully. “My grandmothe... | that old sod house where she’s lived so many years. The men will never do it. Johnnie, that’s my oldest brother, he’s wanting to get married now, and build a house for his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she thinks I can move to some other town pretty soon, and go into business for myself. If I don’t get i... | My Antonia |
In the afternoon, when the heat was less oppressive, we had a lively game of | No speaker | boys will run after them.”<|quote|>In the afternoon, when the heat was less oppressive, we had a lively game of</|quote|>“Pussy Wants a Corner,” on | north are always afraid their boys will run after them.”<|quote|>In the afternoon, when the heat was less oppressive, we had a lively game of</|quote|>“Pussy Wants a Corner,” on the flat bluff-top, with the | would marry her.” “But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?” I objected. “I don’t know, maybe. There must be something mighty taking about the Lapp girls, though; mother says the Norwegians up north are always afraid their boys will run after them.”<|quote|>In the afternoon, whe... | out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed. “The kind that wear skins?” “I don’t know if she wore skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.” “But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had ... | giddy things like Tiny and Lena; but they always spoke of her with admiration. Tiny moved about restlessly, fanning herself with her straw hat. “If I was smart like her, I’d be at my books day and night. But she was born smart—and look how her father’s trained her! He was something high up in the old country.” “So was ... | be sure. But I never minded. I was fond of them all. The youngest one, that we did n’t any of us want, is the one we love best now.” Lena sighed. “Oh, the babies are all right; if only they don’t come in winter. Ours nearly always did. I don’t see how mother stood it. I tell you what girls,” she sat up with sudden ener... | started behind in farm-work, and never has caught up.” “Yes, a new country’s hard on the old ones, sometimes,” said Anna thoughtfully. “My grandmother’s getting feeble now, and her mind wanders. She’s forgot about this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norway. She keeps asking mother to take her down to the watersid... | into business, I’ll maybe marry a rich gambler.” “That would be a poor way to get on,” said Anna sarcastically. “I wish I could teach school, like Selma Kronn. Just think! She’ll be the first Scandinavian girl to get a position in the High School. We ought to be proud of her.” Selma was a studious girl, who had not muc... | My Antonia |
“Pussy Wants a Corner,” | No speaker | had a lively game of<|quote|>“Pussy Wants a Corner,”</|quote|>on the flat bluff-top, with | heat was less oppressive, we had a lively game of<|quote|>“Pussy Wants a Corner,”</|quote|>on the flat bluff-top, with the little trees for bases. | eyes, like Chinese?” I objected. “I don’t know, maybe. There must be something mighty taking about the Lapp girls, though; mother says the Norwegians up north are always afraid their boys will run after them.” In the afternoon, when the heat was less oppressive, we had a lively game of<|quote|>“Pussy Wants a Corner,”</... | if she wore skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.” “But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?” I objected. “I don’t know, maybe. There must be someth... | moved about restlessly, fanning herself with her straw hat. “If I was smart like her, I’d be at my books day and night. But she was born smart—and look how her father’s trained her! He was something high up in the old country.” “So was my mother’s father,” murmured Lena, “but that’s all the good it does us! My father’s... | that we did n’t any of us want, is the one we love best now.” Lena sighed. “Oh, the babies are all right; if only they don’t come in winter. Ours nearly always did. I don’t see how mother stood it. I tell you what girls,” she sat up with sudden energy; “I’m going to get my mother out of that old sod house where she’s l... | the old ones, sometimes,” said Anna thoughtfully. “My grandmother’s getting feeble now, and her mind wanders. She’s forgot about this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norway. She keeps asking mother to take her down to the waterside and the fish market. She craves fish all the time. Whenever I go home I take her ca... | But I never minded. I was fond of them all. The youngest one, that we did n’t any of us want, is the one we love best now.” Lena sighed. “Oh, the babies are all right; if only they don’t come in winter. Ours nearly always did. I don’t see how mother stood it. I tell you what girls,” she sat up with sudden energy; “I’m ... | My Antonia |
on the flat bluff-top, with the little trees for bases. Lena was Pussy so often that she finally said she would n’t play any more. We threw ourselves down on the grass, out of breath. | No speaker | of “Pussy Wants a Corner,”<|quote|>on the flat bluff-top, with the little trees for bases. Lena was Pussy so often that she finally said she would n’t play any more. We threw ourselves down on the grass, out of breath.</|quote|>“Jim,” Ántonia said dreamily, “I | we had a lively game of “Pussy Wants a Corner,”<|quote|>on the flat bluff-top, with the little trees for bases. Lena was Pussy so often that she finally said she would n’t play any more. We threw ourselves down on the grass, out of breath.</|quote|>“Jim,” Ántonia said dreamily, “I want you to tell the | objected. “I don’t know, maybe. There must be something mighty taking about the Lapp girls, though; mother says the Norwegians up north are always afraid their boys will run after them.” In the afternoon, when the heat was less oppressive, we had a lively game of “Pussy Wants a Corner,”<|quote|>on the flat bluff-top, w... | but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.” “But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?” I objected. “I don’t know, maybe. There must be something mighty taking a... | herself with her straw hat. “If I was smart like her, I’d be at my books day and night. But she was born smart—and look how her father’s trained her! He was something high up in the old country.” “So was my mother’s father,” murmured Lena, “but that’s all the good it does us! My father’s father was smart, too, but he w... | any of us want, is the one we love best now.” Lena sighed. “Oh, the babies are all right; if only they don’t come in winter. Ours nearly always did. I don’t see how mother stood it. I tell you what girls,” she sat up with sudden energy; “I’m going to get my mother out of that old sod house where she’s lived so many yea... | said Anna thoughtfully. “My grandmother’s getting feeble now, and her mind wanders. She’s forgot about this country, and thinks she’s at home in Norway. She keeps asking mother to take her down to the waterside and the fish market. She craves fish all the time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.”... | youngest one, that we did n’t any of us want, is the one we love best now.” Lena sighed. “Oh, the babies are all right; if only they don’t come in winter. Ours nearly always did. I don’t see how mother stood it. I tell you what girls,” she sat up with sudden energy; “I’m going to get my mother out of that old sod house... | My Antonia |
“Jim,” | Antonia | the grass, out of breath.<|quote|>“Jim,”</|quote|>Ántonia said dreamily, “I want | We threw ourselves down on the grass, out of breath.<|quote|>“Jim,”</|quote|>Ántonia said dreamily, “I want you to tell the girls | the heat was less oppressive, we had a lively game of “Pussy Wants a Corner,” on the flat bluff-top, with the little trees for bases. Lena was Pussy so often that she finally said she would n’t play any more. We threw ourselves down on the grass, out of breath.<|quote|>“Jim,”</|quote|>Ántonia said dreamily, “I want you... | I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?” I objected. “I don’t know, maybe. There must be something mighty taking about the Lapp girls, though; mother says the Norwegians up north are always afraid their boys will run after them.” In the afternoon, when the heat was less oppressive,... | in the old country.” “So was my mother’s father,” murmured Lena, “but that’s all the good it does us! My father’s father was smart, too, but he was wild. He married a Lapp. I guess that’s what’s the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed. “The kind that wear skins?” “I don’t kno... | stood it. I tell you what girls,” she sat up with sudden energy; “I’m going to get my mother out of that old sod house where she’s lived so many years. The men will never do it. Johnnie, that’s my oldest brother, he’s wanting to get married now, and build a house for his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she... | and the fish market. She craves fish all the time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You... | they don’t come in winter. Ours nearly always did. I don’t see how mother stood it. I tell you what girls,” she sat up with sudden energy; “I’m going to get my mother out of that old sod house where she’s lived so many years. The men will never do it. Johnnie, that’s my oldest brother, he’s wanting to get married now, ... | My Antonia |
Ántonia said dreamily, | No speaker | grass, out of breath. “Jim,”<|quote|>Ántonia said dreamily,</|quote|>“I want you to tell | threw ourselves down on the grass, out of breath. “Jim,”<|quote|>Ántonia said dreamily,</|quote|>“I want you to tell the girls about how the | heat was less oppressive, we had a lively game of “Pussy Wants a Corner,” on the flat bluff-top, with the little trees for bases. Lena was Pussy so often that she finally said she would n’t play any more. We threw ourselves down on the grass, out of breath. “Jim,”<|quote|>Ántonia said dreamily,</|quote|>“I want you to ... | thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?” I objected. “I don’t know, maybe. There must be something mighty taking about the Lapp girls, though; mother says the Norwegians up north are always afraid their boys will run after them.” In the afternoon, when the heat was less oppressive, w... | the old country.” “So was my mother’s father,” murmured Lena, “but that’s all the good it does us! My father’s father was smart, too, but he was wild. He married a Lapp. I guess that’s what’s the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed. “The kind that wear skins?” “I don’t know i... | it. I tell you what girls,” she sat up with sudden energy; “I’m going to get my mother out of that old sod house where she’s lived so many years. The men will never do it. Johnnie, that’s my oldest brother, he’s wanting to get married now, and build a house for his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she think... | the fish market. She craves fish all the time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You nev... | younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!” She shrugged her shoulders. “But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.” “I know how that is,” said Anna. “When we first came here, and I was little, we we... | My Antonia |
“I want you to tell the girls about how the Spanish first came here, like you and Charley Harling used to talk about. I’ve tried to tell them, but I leave out so much.” | Antonia | breath. “Jim,” Ántonia said dreamily,<|quote|>“I want you to tell the girls about how the Spanish first came here, like you and Charley Harling used to talk about. I’ve tried to tell them, but I leave out so much.”</|quote|>They sat under a little | on the grass, out of breath. “Jim,” Ántonia said dreamily,<|quote|>“I want you to tell the girls about how the Spanish first came here, like you and Charley Harling used to talk about. I’ve tried to tell them, but I leave out so much.”</|quote|>They sat under a little oak, Tony resting against the | oppressive, we had a lively game of “Pussy Wants a Corner,” on the flat bluff-top, with the little trees for bases. Lena was Pussy so often that she finally said she would n’t play any more. We threw ourselves down on the grass, out of breath. “Jim,” Ántonia said dreamily,<|quote|>“I want you to tell the girls about ho... | were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?” I objected. “I don’t know, maybe. There must be something mighty taking about the Lapp girls, though; mother says the Norwegians up north are always afraid their boys will run after them.” In the afternoon, when the heat was less oppressive, we had a lively game of... | “So was my mother’s father,” murmured Lena, “but that’s all the good it does us! My father’s father was smart, too, but he was wild. He married a Lapp. I guess that’s what’s the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed. “The kind that wear skins?” “I don’t know if she wore skins, ... | you what girls,” she sat up with sudden energy; “I’m going to get my mother out of that old sod house where she’s lived so many years. The men will never do it. Johnnie, that’s my oldest brother, he’s wanting to get married now, and build a house for his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she thinks I can mov... | She craves fish all the time. Whenever I go home I take her canned salmon and mackerel.” “Mercy, it’s hot!” Lena yawned. She was supine under a little oak, resting after the fury of her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You never got the sand o... | pretty soon, and go into business for myself. If I don’t get into business, I’ll maybe marry a rich gambler.” “That would be a poor way to get on,” said Anna sarcastically. “I wish I could teach school, like Selma Kronn. Just think! She’ll be the first Scandinavian girl to get a position in the High School. We ought to... | My Antonia |
They sat under a little oak, Tony resting against the trunk and the other girls leaning against her and each other, and listened to the little I was able to tell them about Coronado and his search for the Seven Golden Cities. At school we were taught that he had not got so far north as Nebraska, but had given up his qu... | No speaker | I leave out so much.”<|quote|>They sat under a little oak, Tony resting against the trunk and the other girls leaning against her and each other, and listened to the little I was able to tell them about Coronado and his search for the Seven Golden Cities. At school we were taught that he had not got so far north as Neb... | tried to tell them, but I leave out so much.”<|quote|>They sat under a little oak, Tony resting against the trunk and the other girls leaning against her and each other, and listened to the little I was able to tell them about Coronado and his search for the Seven Golden Cities. At school we were taught that he had not... | any more. We threw ourselves down on the grass, out of breath. “Jim,” Ántonia said dreamily, “I want you to tell the girls about how the Spanish first came here, like you and Charley Harling used to talk about. I’ve tried to tell them, but I leave out so much.”<|quote|>They sat under a little oak, Tony resting against ... | always afraid their boys will run after them.” In the afternoon, when the heat was less oppressive, we had a lively game of “Pussy Wants a Corner,” on the flat bluff-top, with the little trees for bases. Lena was Pussy so often that she finally said she would n’t play any more. We threw ourselves down on the grass, out... | matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed. “The kind that wear skins?” “I don’t know if she wore skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.” “But I thought ... | that’s my oldest brother, he’s wanting to get married now, and build a house for his girl instead of his mother. Mrs. Thomas says she thinks I can move to some other town pretty soon, and go into business for myself. If I don’t get into business, I’ll maybe marry a rich gambler.” “That would be a poor way to get on,” s... | her elder-hunting, and had taken off the high-heeled slippers she had been silly enough to wear. “Come here, Jim. You never got the sand out of your hair.” She began to draw her fingers slowly through my hair. Ántonia pushed her away. “You’ll never get it out like that,” she said sharply. She gave my head a rough touz... | I never got over the loss of a doll somebody gave me before we left Norway. A boy on the boat broke her, and I still hate him for it.” “I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!” Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the babies came along pretty fast, to be sure. But I never minded. I was fond... | My Antonia |
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