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“No, I never got down-hearted. Anton’s a good man, and I loved my children and always believed they would turn out well. I belong on a farm. I’m never lonesome here like I used to be in town. You remember what sad spells I used to have, when I did n’t know what was the matter with me? I’ve never had them out here. And ... | Antonia | own. Think of that, Jim!<|quote|>“No, I never got down-hearted. Anton’s a good man, and I loved my children and always believed they would turn out well. I belong on a farm. I’m never lonesome here like I used to be in town. You remember what sad spells I used to have, when I did n’t know what was the matter with me? I... | has a baby of her own. Think of that, Jim!<|quote|>“No, I never got down-hearted. Anton’s a good man, and I loved my children and always believed they would turn out well. I belong on a farm. I’m never lonesome here like I used to be in town. You remember what sad spells I used to have, when I did n’t know what was the... | Our children were good about taking care of each other. Martha, the one you saw when she was a baby, was such a help to me, and she trained Anna to be just like her. My Martha’s married now, and has a baby of her own. Think of that, Jim!<|quote|>“No, I never got down-hearted. Anton’s a good man, and I loved my children... | Her husband knew very little about farming and often grew discouraged. “We’d never have got through if I had n’t been so strong. I’ve always had good health, thank God, and I was able to help him in the fields until right up to the time before my babies came. Our children were good about taking care of each other. Mart... | anything. It makes me kind of faint to wring an old goose’s neck. Ain’t that strange, Jim?” “I don’t know. The young Queen of Italy said the same thing once, to a friend of mine. She used to be a great huntswoman, but now she feels as you do, and only shoots clay pigeons.” “Then I’m sure she’s a good mother,” Ántonia s... | drying grape leaves. The orchard seemed full of sun, like a cup, and we could smell the ripe apples on the trees. The crabs hung on the branches as thick as beads on a string, purple-red, with a thin silvery glaze over them. Some hens and ducks had crept through the hedge and were pecking at the fallen apples. The drak... | the apple orchard, grown up in tall bluegrass, Ántonia kept stopping to tell me about one tree and another. “I love them as if they were people,” she said, rubbing her hand over the bark. “There was n’t a tree here when we first came. We planted every one, and used to carry water for them, too—after we’d been working i... | thick as beads on a string, purple-red, with a thin silvery glaze over them. Some hens and ducks had crept through the hedge and were pecking at the fallen apples. The drakes were handsome fellows, with pinkish gray bodies, their heads and necks covered with iridescent green feathers which grew close and full, changing... | My Antonia |
She leaned her chin on her hand and looked down through the orchard, where the sunlight was growing more and more golden. | No speaker | to put up with sadness.”<|quote|>She leaned her chin on her hand and looked down through the orchard, where the sunlight was growing more and more golden.</|quote|>“You ought never to have | bit, if I don’t have to put up with sadness.”<|quote|>She leaned her chin on her hand and looked down through the orchard, where the sunlight was growing more and more golden.</|quote|>“You ought never to have gone to town, Tony,” I | here like I used to be in town. You remember what sad spells I used to have, when I did n’t know what was the matter with me? I’ve never had them out here. And I don’t mind work a bit, if I don’t have to put up with sadness.”<|quote|>She leaned her chin on her hand and looked down through the orchard, where the sunligh... | to be just like her. My Martha’s married now, and has a baby of her own. Think of that, Jim! “No, I never got down-hearted. Anton’s a good man, and I loved my children and always believed they would turn out well. I belong on a farm. I’m never lonesome here like I used to be in town. You remember what sad spells I used... | the farm land was cheap and could be had on easy payments. The first ten years were a hard struggle. Her husband knew very little about farming and often grew discouraged. “We’d never have got through if I had n’t been so strong. I’ve always had good health, thank God, and I was able to help him in the fields until rig... | and full, changing to blue like a peacock’s neck. Ántonia said they always reminded her of soldiers—some uniform she had seen in the old country, when she was a child. “Are there any quail left now?” I asked. I reminded her how she used to go hunting with me the last summer before we moved to town. “You were n’t a bad ... | n’t feel so tired that I would n’t fret about these trees when there was a dry time. They were on my mind like children. Many a night after he was asleep I’ve got up and come out and carried water to the poor things. And now, you see, we have the good of them. My man worked in the orange groves in Florida, and he knows... | I’m afraid to look at a gun now.” She picked up one of the drakes and ruffled his green capote with her fingers. “Ever since I’ve had children, I don’t like to kill anything. It makes me kind of faint to wring an old goose’s neck. Ain’t that strange, Jim?” “I don’t know. The young Queen of Italy said the same thing onc... | My Antonia |
“You ought never to have gone to town, Tony,” | Jim | growing more and more golden.<|quote|>“You ought never to have gone to town, Tony,”</|quote|>I said, wondering at her. | orchard, where the sunlight was growing more and more golden.<|quote|>“You ought never to have gone to town, Tony,”</|quote|>I said, wondering at her. She turned to me eagerly. | what was the matter with me? I’ve never had them out here. And I don’t mind work a bit, if I don’t have to put up with sadness.” She leaned her chin on her hand and looked down through the orchard, where the sunlight was growing more and more golden.<|quote|>“You ought never to have gone to town, Tony,”</|quote|>I said... | never got down-hearted. Anton’s a good man, and I loved my children and always believed they would turn out well. I belong on a farm. I’m never lonesome here like I used to be in town. You remember what sad spells I used to have, when I did n’t know what was the matter with me? I’ve never had them out here. And I don’t... | knew very little about farming and often grew discouraged. “We’d never have got through if I had n’t been so strong. I’ve always had good health, thank God, and I was able to help him in the fields until right up to the time before my babies came. Our children were good about taking care of each other. Martha, the one ... | the old country, when she was a child. “Are there any quail left now?” I asked. I reminded her how she used to go hunting with me the last summer before we moved to town. “You were n’t a bad shot, Tony. Do you remember how you used to want to run away and go for ducks with Charley Harling and me?” “I know, but I’m afra... | mind like children. Many a night after he was asleep I’ve got up and come out and carried water to the poor things. And now, you see, we have the good of them. My man worked in the orange groves in Florida, and he knows all about grafting. There ain’t one of our neighbors has an orchard that bears like ours.” In the mi... | silvery glaze over them. Some hens and ducks had crept through the hedge and were pecking at the fallen apples. The drakes were handsome fellows, with pinkish gray bodies, their heads and necks covered with iridescent green feathers which grew close and full, changing to blue like a peacock’s neck. Ántonia said they al... | My Antonia |
I said, wondering at her. She turned to me eagerly. | No speaker | have gone to town, Tony,”<|quote|>I said, wondering at her. She turned to me eagerly.</|quote|>“Oh, I’m glad I went! | golden. “You ought never to have gone to town, Tony,”<|quote|>I said, wondering at her. She turned to me eagerly.</|quote|>“Oh, I’m glad I went! I’d never have known anything | them out here. And I don’t mind work a bit, if I don’t have to put up with sadness.” She leaned her chin on her hand and looked down through the orchard, where the sunlight was growing more and more golden. “You ought never to have gone to town, Tony,”<|quote|>I said, wondering at her. She turned to me eagerly.</|quot... | loved my children and always believed they would turn out well. I belong on a farm. I’m never lonesome here like I used to be in town. You remember what sad spells I used to have, when I did n’t know what was the matter with me? I’ve never had them out here. And I don’t mind work a bit, if I don’t have to put up with s... | “We’d never have got through if I had n’t been so strong. I’ve always had good health, thank God, and I was able to help him in the fields until right up to the time before my babies came. Our children were good about taking care of each other. Martha, the one you saw when she was a baby, was such a help to me, and she... | there any quail left now?” I asked. I reminded her how she used to go hunting with me the last summer before we moved to town. “You were n’t a bad shot, Tony. Do you remember how you used to want to run away and go for ducks with Charley Harling and me?” “I know, but I’m afraid to look at a gun now.” She picked up one ... | asleep I’ve got up and come out and carried water to the poor things. And now, you see, we have the good of them. My man worked in the orange groves in Florida, and he knows all about grafting. There ain’t one of our neighbors has an orchard that bears like ours.” In the middle of the orchard we came upon a grape-arbor... | of thorny locusts, then the mulberry hedge which kept out the hot winds of summer and held fast to the protecting snows of winter. The hedges were so tall that we could see nothing but the blue sky above them, neither the barn roof nor the windmill. The afternoon sun poured down on us through the drying grape leaves. T... | My Antonia |
“Oh, I’m glad I went! I’d never have known anything about cooking or housekeeping if I had n’t. I learned nice ways at the Harlings’, and I’ve been able to bring my children up so much better. Don’t you think they are pretty well-behaved for country children? If it had n’t been for what Mrs. Harling taught me, I expect... | Antonia | She turned to me eagerly.<|quote|>“Oh, I’m glad I went! I’d never have known anything about cooking or housekeeping if I had n’t. I learned nice ways at the Harlings’, and I’ve been able to bring my children up so much better. Don’t you think they are pretty well-behaved for country children? If it had n’t been for wha... | I said, wondering at her. She turned to me eagerly.<|quote|>“Oh, I’m glad I went! I’d never have known anything about cooking or housekeeping if I had n’t. I learned nice ways at the Harlings’, and I’ve been able to bring my children up so much better. Don’t you think they are pretty well-behaved for country children?... | if I don’t have to put up with sadness.” She leaned her chin on her hand and looked down through the orchard, where the sunlight was growing more and more golden. “You ought never to have gone to town, Tony,” I said, wondering at her. She turned to me eagerly.<|quote|>“Oh, I’m glad I went! I’d never have known anythin... | well. I belong on a farm. I’m never lonesome here like I used to be in town. You remember what sad spells I used to have, when I did n’t know what was the matter with me? I’ve never had them out here. And I don’t mind work a bit, if I don’t have to put up with sadness.” She leaned her chin on her hand and looked down t... | so strong. I’ve always had good health, thank God, and I was able to help him in the fields until right up to the time before my babies came. Our children were good about taking care of each other. Martha, the one you saw when she was a baby, was such a help to me, and she trained Anna to be just like her. My Martha’s ... | how she used to go hunting with me the last summer before we moved to town. “You were n’t a bad shot, Tony. Do you remember how you used to want to run away and go for ducks with Charley Harling and me?” “I know, but I’m afraid to look at a gun now.” She picked up one of the drakes and ruffled his green capote with her... | to the poor things. And now, you see, we have the good of them. My man worked in the orange groves in Florida, and he knows all about grafting. There ain’t one of our neighbors has an orchard that bears like ours.” In the middle of the orchard we came upon a grape-arbor, with seats built along the sides and a warped pl... | by a triple enclosure; the wire fence, then the hedge of thorny locusts, then the mulberry hedge which kept out the hot winds of summer and held fast to the protecting snows of winter. The hedges were so tall that we could see nothing but the blue sky above them, neither the barn roof nor the windmill. The afternoon su... | My Antonia |
While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night. | No speaker | harm of anybody I loved.”<|quote|>While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night.</|quote|>“We’ve plenty of room. Two | Jim, I never could believe harm of anybody I loved.”<|quote|>While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night.</|quote|>“We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in | Harling taught me, I expect I’d have brought them up like wild rabbits. No, I’m glad I had a chance to learn; but I’m thankful none of my daughters will ever have to work out. The trouble with me was, Jim, I never could believe harm of anybody I loved.”<|quote|>While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could k... | I’d never have known anything about cooking or housekeeping if I had n’t. I learned nice ways at the Harlings’, and I’ve been able to bring my children up so much better. Don’t you think they are pretty well-behaved for country children? If it had n’t been for what Mrs. Harling taught me, I expect I’d have brought them... | farm. I’m never lonesome here like I used to be in town. You remember what sad spells I used to have, when I did n’t know what was the matter with me? I’ve never had them out here. And I don’t mind work a bit, if I don’t have to put up with sadness.” She leaned her chin on her hand and looked down through the orchard, ... | the same thing once, to a friend of mine. She used to be a great huntswoman, but now she feels as you do, and only shoots clay pigeons.” “Then I’m sure she’s a good mother,” Ántonia said warmly. She told me how she and her husband had come out to this new country when the farm land was cheap and could be had on easy p... | school yet, so they think it’s all like the picnic.” After I had admired the arbor sufficiently, the youngsters ran away to an open place where there was a rough jungle of French pinks, and squatted down among them, crawling about and measuring with a string. “Jan wants to bury his dog there,” Ántonia explained. “I had... | was such a help to me, and she trained Anna to be just like her. My Martha’s married now, and has a baby of her own. Think of that, Jim! “No, I never got down-hearted. Anton’s a good man, and I loved my children and always believed they would turn out well. I belong on a farm. I’m never lonesome here like I used to be ... | My Antonia |
“We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” | Antonia | keep me for the night.<|quote|>“We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.”</|quote|>I told her I would | assured me that she could keep me for the night.<|quote|>“We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.”</|quote|>I told her I would like to sleep in the | glad I had a chance to learn; but I’m thankful none of my daughters will ever have to work out. The trouble with me was, Jim, I never could believe harm of anybody I loved.” While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night.<|quote|>“We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow... | nice ways at the Harlings’, and I’ve been able to bring my children up so much better. Don’t you think they are pretty well-behaved for country children? If it had n’t been for what Mrs. Harling taught me, I expect I’d have brought them up like wild rabbits. No, I’m glad I had a chance to learn; but I’m thankful none o... | sad spells I used to have, when I did n’t know what was the matter with me? I’ve never had them out here. And I don’t mind work a bit, if I don’t have to put up with sadness.” She leaned her chin on her hand and looked down through the orchard, where the sunlight was growing more and more golden. “You ought never to ha... | huntswoman, but now she feels as you do, and only shoots clay pigeons.” “Then I’m sure she’s a good mother,” Ántonia said warmly. She told me how she and her husband had come out to this new country when the farm land was cheap and could be had on easy payments. The first ten years were a hard struggle. Her husband kn... | arbor sufficiently, the youngsters ran away to an open place where there was a rough jungle of French pinks, and squatted down among them, crawling about and measuring with a string. “Jan wants to bury his dog there,” Ántonia explained. “I had to tell him he could. He’s kind of like Nina Harling; you remember how hard ... | never have got through if I had n’t been so strong. I’ve always had good health, thank God, and I was able to help him in the fields until right up to the time before my babies came. Our children were good about taking care of each other. Martha, the one you saw when she was a baby, was such a help to me, and she train... | My Antonia |
I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. | No speaker | along to look after him.”<|quote|>I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys.</|quote|>“You can do just as | sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.”<|quote|>I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys.</|quote|>“You can do just as you want to. The chest | we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night. “We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.”<|quote|>I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, wi... | taught me, I expect I’d have brought them up like wild rabbits. No, I’m glad I had a chance to learn; but I’m thankful none of my daughters will ever have to work out. The trouble with me was, Jim, I never could believe harm of anybody I loved.” While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the n... | up with sadness.” She leaned her chin on her hand and looked down through the orchard, where the sunlight was growing more and more golden. “You ought never to have gone to town, Tony,” I said, wondering at her. She turned to me eagerly. “Oh, I’m glad I went! I’d never have known anything about cooking or housekeeping... | new country when the farm land was cheap and could be had on easy payments. The first ten years were a hard struggle. Her husband knew very little about farming and often grew discouraged. “We’d never have got through if I had n’t been so strong. I’ve always had good health, thank God, and I was able to help him in the... | dog there,” Ántonia explained. “I had to tell him he could. He’s kind of like Nina Harling; you remember how hard she used to take little things? He has funny notions, like her.” We sat down and watched them. Ántonia leaned her elbows on the table. There was the deepest peace in that orchard. It was surrounded by a tri... | belong on a farm. I’m never lonesome here like I used to be in town. You remember what sad spells I used to have, when I did n’t know what was the matter with me? I’ve never had them out here. And I don’t mind work a bit, if I don’t have to put up with sadness.” She leaned her chin on her hand and looked down through t... | My Antonia |
“You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I want to cook your supper myself.” | Antonia | the haymow, with the boys.<|quote|>“You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I want to cook your supper myself.”</|quote|>As we went toward the | would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys.<|quote|>“You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I want to cook your supper myself.”</|quote|>As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and | “We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys.<|quote|>“You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean b... | glad I had a chance to learn; but I’m thankful none of my daughters will ever have to work out. The trouble with me was, Jim, I never could believe harm of anybody I loved.” While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night. “We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow till co... | the orchard, where the sunlight was growing more and more golden. “You ought never to have gone to town, Tony,” I said, wondering at her. She turned to me eagerly. “Oh, I’m glad I went! I’d never have known anything about cooking or housekeeping if I had n’t. I learned nice ways at the Harlings’, and I’ve been able to... | payments. The first ten years were a hard struggle. Her husband knew very little about farming and often grew discouraged. “We’d never have got through if I had n’t been so strong. I’ve always had good health, thank God, and I was able to help him in the fields until right up to the time before my babies came. Our chil... | like Nina Harling; you remember how hard she used to take little things? He has funny notions, like her.” We sat down and watched them. Ántonia leaned her elbows on the table. There was the deepest peace in that orchard. It was surrounded by a triple enclosure; the wire fence, then the hedge of thorny locusts, then the... | I was able to help him in the fields until right up to the time before my babies came. Our children were good about taking care of each other. Martha, the one you saw when she was a baby, was such a help to me, and she trained Anna to be just like her. My Martha’s married now, and has a baby of her own. Think of that, ... | My Antonia |
As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows. I joined them, and Leo accompanied us at some distance, running ahead and starting up at us out of clumps of ironweed, calling, | No speaker | to cook your supper myself.”<|quote|>As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows. I joined them, and Leo accompanied us at some distance, running ahead and starting up at us out of clumps of ironweed, calling,</|quote|>“I’m a jack rabbit,” or, | the work, and I want to cook your supper myself.”<|quote|>As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows. I joined them, and Leo accompanied us at some distance, running ahead and starting up at us out of clumps of ironweed, calling,</|quote|>“I’m a jack r... | would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I want to cook your supper myself.”<|quote|>As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with th... | assured me that she could keep me for the night. “We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as ... | about cooking or housekeeping if I had n’t. I learned nice ways at the Harlings’, and I’ve been able to bring my children up so much better. Don’t you think they are pretty well-behaved for country children? If it had n’t been for what Mrs. Harling taught me, I expect I’d have brought them up like wild rabbits. No, I’m... | I was able to help him in the fields until right up to the time before my babies came. Our children were good about taking care of each other. Martha, the one you saw when she was a baby, was such a help to me, and she trained Anna to be just like her. My Martha’s married now, and has a baby of her own. Think of that, ... | It was surrounded by a triple enclosure; the wire fence, then the hedge of thorny locusts, then the mulberry hedge which kept out the hot winds of summer and held fast to the protecting snows of winter. The hedges were so tall that we could see nothing but the blue sky above them, neither the barn roof nor the windmill... | discouraged. “We’d never have got through if I had n’t been so strong. I’ve always had good health, thank God, and I was able to help him in the fields until right up to the time before my babies came. Our children were good about taking care of each other. Martha, the one you saw when she was a baby, was such a help t... | My Antonia |
“I’m a jack rabbit,” | One of Antonia's children | of clumps of ironweed, calling,<|quote|>“I’m a jack rabbit,”</|quote|>or, “I’m a big bull-snake.” | starting up at us out of clumps of ironweed, calling,<|quote|>“I’m a jack rabbit,”</|quote|>or, “I’m a big bull-snake.” I walked between the two | I want to cook your supper myself.” As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows. I joined them, and Leo accompanied us at some distance, running ahead and starting up at us out of clumps of ironweed, calling,<|quote|>“I’m a jack rabbit,”</|quote|>or, “I... | look after him.” I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I want to cook your supper myself.” As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton... | what Mrs. Harling taught me, I expect I’d have brought them up like wild rabbits. No, I’m glad I had a chance to learn; but I’m thankful none of my daughters will ever have to work out. The trouble with me was, Jim, I never could believe harm of anybody I loved.” While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could... | to me, and she trained Anna to be just like her. My Martha’s married now, and has a baby of her own. Think of that, Jim! “No, I never got down-hearted. Anton’s a good man, and I loved my children and always believed they would turn out well. I belong on a farm. I’m never lonesome here like I used to be in town. You rem... | we could see nothing but the blue sky above them, neither the barn roof nor the windmill. The afternoon sun poured down on us through the drying grape leaves. The orchard seemed full of sun, like a cup, and we could smell the ripe apples on the trees. The crabs hung on the branches as thick as beads on a string, purple... | turn out well. I belong on a farm. I’m never lonesome here like I used to be in town. You remember what sad spells I used to have, when I did n’t know what was the matter with me? I’ve never had them out here. And I don’t mind work a bit, if I don’t have to put up with sadness.” She leaned her chin on her hand and look... | My Antonia |
or, | No speaker | calling, “I’m a jack rabbit,”<|quote|>or,</|quote|>“I’m a big bull-snake.” I | out of clumps of ironweed, calling, “I’m a jack rabbit,”<|quote|>or,</|quote|>“I’m a big bull-snake.” I walked between the two older | your supper myself.” As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows. I joined them, and Leo accompanied us at some distance, running ahead and starting up at us out of clumps of ironweed, calling, “I’m a jack rabbit,”<|quote|>or,</|quote|>“I’m a big bull-s... | told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I want to cook your supper myself.” As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with... | me, I expect I’d have brought them up like wild rabbits. No, I’m glad I had a chance to learn; but I’m thankful none of my daughters will ever have to work out. The trouble with me was, Jim, I never could believe harm of anybody I loved.” While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night. “... | trained Anna to be just like her. My Martha’s married now, and has a baby of her own. Think of that, Jim! “No, I never got down-hearted. Anton’s a good man, and I loved my children and always believed they would turn out well. I belong on a farm. I’m never lonesome here like I used to be in town. You remember what sad ... | but the blue sky above them, neither the barn roof nor the windmill. The afternoon sun poured down on us through the drying grape leaves. The orchard seemed full of sun, like a cup, and we could smell the ripe apples on the trees. The crabs hung on the branches as thick as beads on a string, purple-red, with a thin sil... | and often grew discouraged. “We’d never have got through if I had n’t been so strong. I’ve always had good health, thank God, and I was able to help him in the fields until right up to the time before my babies came. Our children were good about taking care of each other. Martha, the one you saw when she was a baby, wa... | My Antonia |
“I’m a big bull-snake.” | One of Antonia's children | “I’m a jack rabbit,” or,<|quote|>“I’m a big bull-snake.”</|quote|>I walked between the two | of clumps of ironweed, calling, “I’m a jack rabbit,” or,<|quote|>“I’m a big bull-snake.”</|quote|>I walked between the two older boys—straight, well-made fellows, with | supper myself.” As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows. I joined them, and Leo accompanied us at some distance, running ahead and starting up at us out of clumps of ironweed, calling, “I’m a jack rabbit,” or,<|quote|>“I’m a big bull-snake.”</|quote... | her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I want to cook your supper myself.” As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with thei... | I expect I’d have brought them up like wild rabbits. No, I’m glad I had a chance to learn; but I’m thankful none of my daughters will ever have to work out. The trouble with me was, Jim, I never could believe harm of anybody I loved.” While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night. “We’v... | Anna to be just like her. My Martha’s married now, and has a baby of her own. Think of that, Jim! “No, I never got down-hearted. Anton’s a good man, and I loved my children and always believed they would turn out well. I belong on a farm. I’m never lonesome here like I used to be in town. You remember what sad spells I... | the blue sky above them, neither the barn roof nor the windmill. The afternoon sun poured down on us through the drying grape leaves. The orchard seemed full of sun, like a cup, and we could smell the ripe apples on the trees. The crabs hung on the branches as thick as beads on a string, purple-red, with a thin silvery... | She used to be a great huntswoman, but now she feels as you do, and only shoots clay pigeons.” “Then I’m sure she’s a good mother,” Ántonia said warmly. She told me how she and her husband had come out to this new country when the farm land was cheap and could be had on easy payments. The first ten years were a hard s... | My Antonia |
I walked between the two older boys—straight, well-made fellows, with good heads and clear eyes. They talked about their school and the new teacher, told me about the crops and the harvest, and how many steers they would feed that winter. They were easy and confidential with me, as if I were an old friend of the family... | No speaker | or, “I’m a big bull-snake.”<|quote|>I walked between the two older boys—straight, well-made fellows, with good heads and clear eyes. They talked about their school and the new teacher, told me about the crops and the harvest, and how many steers they would feed that winter. They were easy and confidential with me, as i... | calling, “I’m a jack rabbit,” or, “I’m a big bull-snake.”<|quote|>I walked between the two older boys—straight, well-made fellows, with good heads and clear eyes. They talked about their school and the new teacher, told me about the crops and the harvest, and how many steers they would feed that winter. They were easy ... | went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows. I joined them, and Leo accompanied us at some distance, running ahead and starting up at us out of clumps of ironweed, calling, “I’m a jack rabbit,” or, “I’m a big bull-snake.”<|quote|>I walked between the two olde... | to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I want to cook your supper myself.” As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails t... | brought them up like wild rabbits. No, I’m glad I had a chance to learn; but I’m thankful none of my daughters will ever have to work out. The trouble with me was, Jim, I never could believe harm of anybody I loved.” While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night. “We’ve plenty of room. ... | like her. My Martha’s married now, and has a baby of her own. Think of that, Jim! “No, I never got down-hearted. Anton’s a good man, and I loved my children and always believed they would turn out well. I belong on a farm. I’m never lonesome here like I used to be in town. You remember what sad spells I used to have, w... | them, neither the barn roof nor the windmill. The afternoon sun poured down on us through the drying grape leaves. The orchard seemed full of sun, like a cup, and we could smell the ripe apples on the trees. The crabs hung on the branches as thick as beads on a string, purple-red, with a thin silvery glaze over them. S... | Tony,” I said, wondering at her. She turned to me eagerly. “Oh, I’m glad I went! I’d never have known anything about cooking or housekeeping if I had n’t. I learned nice ways at the Harlings’, and I’ve been able to bring my children up so much better. Don’t you think they are pretty well-behaved for country children? ... | My Antonia |
“Has mother shown you the pictures you sent her from the old country?” | One of Antonia's children | right, over the close-cropped grass.<|quote|>“Has mother shown you the pictures you sent her from the old country?”</|quote|>Ambrosch asked. “We’ve had them | shadow moving along at my right, over the close-cropped grass.<|quote|>“Has mother shown you the pictures you sent her from the old country?”</|quote|>Ambrosch asked. “We’ve had them framed and they’re hung up | felt like a boy in their company, and all manner of forgotten interests revived in me. It seemed, after all, so natural to be walking along a barbed-wire fence beside the sunset, toward a red pond, and to see my shadow moving along at my right, over the close-cropped grass.<|quote|>“Has mother shown you the pictures yo... | and clear eyes. They talked about their school and the new teacher, told me about the crops and the harvest, and how many steers they would feed that winter. They were easy and confidential with me, as if I were an old friend of the family—and not too old. I felt like a boy in their company, and all manner of forgotten... | as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I want to cook your supper myself.” As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows. I joined them, and Leo accompanied us a... | sunlight was growing more and more golden. “You ought never to have gone to town, Tony,” I said, wondering at her. She turned to me eagerly. “Oh, I’m glad I went! I’d never have known anything about cooking or housekeeping if I had n’t. I learned nice ways at the Harlings’, and I’ve been able to bring my children up s... | of soldiers—some uniform she had seen in the old country, when she was a child. “Are there any quail left now?” I asked. I reminded her how she used to go hunting with me the last summer before we moved to town. “You were n’t a bad shot, Tony. Do you remember how you used to want to run away and go for ducks with Charl... | for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I want to cook your sup... | My Antonia |
Ambrosch asked. | No speaker | her from the old country?”<|quote|>Ambrosch asked.</|quote|>“We’ve had them framed and | you the pictures you sent her from the old country?”<|quote|>Ambrosch asked.</|quote|>“We’ve had them framed and they’re hung up in the | revived in me. It seemed, after all, so natural to be walking along a barbed-wire fence beside the sunset, toward a red pond, and to see my shadow moving along at my right, over the close-cropped grass. “Has mother shown you the pictures you sent her from the old country?”<|quote|>Ambrosch asked.</|quote|>“We’ve had th... | me about the crops and the harvest, and how many steers they would feed that winter. They were easy and confidential with me, as if I were an old friend of the family—and not too old. I felt like a boy in their company, and all manner of forgotten interests revived in me. It seemed, after all, so natural to be walking ... | for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I want to cook your supper myself.” As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows. I joined them, and Leo accompanied us at some distance, running ahead and starting up at us out of cl... | to town, Tony,” I said, wondering at her. She turned to me eagerly. “Oh, I’m glad I went! I’d never have known anything about cooking or housekeeping if I had n’t. I learned nice ways at the Harlings’, and I’ve been able to bring my children up so much better. Don’t you think they are pretty well-behaved for country c... | a child. “Are there any quail left now?” I asked. I reminded her how she used to go hunting with me the last summer before we moved to town. “You were n’t a bad shot, Tony. Do you remember how you used to want to run away and go for ducks with Charley Harling and me?” “I know, but I’m afraid to look at a gun now.” She ... | Our children were good about taking care of each other. Martha, the one you saw when she was a baby, was such a help to me, and she trained Anna to be just like her. My Martha’s married now, and has a baby of her own. Think of that, Jim! “No, I never got down-hearted. Anton’s a good man, and I loved my children and alw... | My Antonia |
“We’ve had them framed and they’re hung up in the parlor. She was so glad to get them. I don’t believe I ever saw her so pleased about anything.” | One of Antonia's children | the old country?” Ambrosch asked.<|quote|>“We’ve had them framed and they’re hung up in the parlor. She was so glad to get them. I don’t believe I ever saw her so pleased about anything.”</|quote|>There was a note of | pictures you sent her from the old country?” Ambrosch asked.<|quote|>“We’ve had them framed and they’re hung up in the parlor. She was so glad to get them. I don’t believe I ever saw her so pleased about anything.”</|quote|>There was a note of simple gratitude in his voice | me. It seemed, after all, so natural to be walking along a barbed-wire fence beside the sunset, toward a red pond, and to see my shadow moving along at my right, over the close-cropped grass. “Has mother shown you the pictures you sent her from the old country?” Ambrosch asked.<|quote|>“We’ve had them framed and they’r... | the crops and the harvest, and how many steers they would feed that winter. They were easy and confidential with me, as if I were an old friend of the family—and not too old. I felt like a boy in their company, and all manner of forgotten interests revived in me. It seemed, after all, so natural to be walking along a b... | Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I want to cook your supper myself.” As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows. I joined them, and Leo accompanied us at some distance, running ahead and starting up at us out of clumps of iron... | Tony,” I said, wondering at her. She turned to me eagerly. “Oh, I’m glad I went! I’d never have known anything about cooking or housekeeping if I had n’t. I learned nice ways at the Harlings’, and I’ve been able to bring my children up so much better. Don’t you think they are pretty well-behaved for country children? ... | “Are there any quail left now?” I asked. I reminded her how she used to go hunting with me the last summer before we moved to town. “You were n’t a bad shot, Tony. Do you remember how you used to want to run away and go for ducks with Charley Harling and me?” “I know, but I’m afraid to look at a gun now.” She picked up... | can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I want to cook your supper myself.” As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows. I joined them, and Leo acco... | My Antonia |
There was a note of simple gratitude in his voice that made me wish I had given more occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder. | No speaker | her so pleased about anything.”<|quote|>There was a note of simple gratitude in his voice that made me wish I had given more occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder.</|quote|>“Your mother, you know, was | don’t believe I ever saw her so pleased about anything.”<|quote|>There was a note of simple gratitude in his voice that made me wish I had given more occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder.</|quote|>“Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all | my right, over the close-cropped grass. “Has mother shown you the pictures you sent her from the old country?” Ambrosch asked. “We’ve had them framed and they’re hung up in the parlor. She was so glad to get them. I don’t believe I ever saw her so pleased about anything.”<|quote|>There was a note of simple gratitude in... | the family—and not too old. I felt like a boy in their company, and all manner of forgotten interests revived in me. It seemed, after all, so natural to be walking along a barbed-wire fence beside the sunset, toward a red pond, and to see my shadow moving along at my right, over the close-cropped grass. “Has mother sho... | Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows. I joined them, and Leo accompanied us at some distance, running ahead and starting up at us out of clumps of ironweed, calling, “I’m a jack rabbit,” or, “I’m a big bull-snake.” I walked between the two older boys—straight, well-made fellows, wi... | I learned nice ways at the Harlings’, and I’ve been able to bring my children up so much better. Don’t you think they are pretty well-behaved for country children? If it had n’t been for what Mrs. Harling taught me, I expect I’d have brought them up like wild rabbits. No, I’m glad I had a chance to learn; but I’m thank... | n’t a bad shot, Tony. Do you remember how you used to want to run away and go for ducks with Charley Harling and me?” “I know, but I’m afraid to look at a gun now.” She picked up one of the drakes and ruffled his green capote with her fingers. “Ever since I’ve had children, I don’t like to kill anything. It makes me ki... | at the Harlings’, and I’ve been able to bring my children up so much better. Don’t you think they are pretty well-behaved for country children? If it had n’t been for what Mrs. Harling taught me, I expect I’d have brought them up like wild rabbits. No, I’m glad I had a chance to learn; but I’m thankful none of my daugh... | My Antonia |
“Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” | Jim | my hand on his shoulder.<|quote|>“Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.”</|quote|>“Oh, we know!” They both | occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder.<|quote|>“Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.”</|quote|>“Oh, we know!” They both spoke together; seemed a little | up in the parlor. She was so glad to get them. I don’t believe I ever saw her so pleased about anything.” There was a note of simple gratitude in his voice that made me wish I had given more occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder.<|quote|>“Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beau... | to be walking along a barbed-wire fence beside the sunset, toward a red pond, and to see my shadow moving along at my right, over the close-cropped grass. “Has mother shown you the pictures you sent her from the old country?” Ambrosch asked. “We’ve had them framed and they’re hung up in the parlor. She was so glad to g... | us out of clumps of ironweed, calling, “I’m a jack rabbit,” or, “I’m a big bull-snake.” I walked between the two older boys—straight, well-made fellows, with good heads and clear eyes. They talked about their school and the new teacher, told me about the crops and the harvest, and how many steers they would feed that w... | children? If it had n’t been for what Mrs. Harling taught me, I expect I’d have brought them up like wild rabbits. No, I’m glad I had a chance to learn; but I’m thankful none of my daughters will ever have to work out. The trouble with me was, Jim, I never could believe harm of anybody I loved.” While we were talking, ... | I’m afraid to look at a gun now.” She picked up one of the drakes and ruffled his green capote with her fingers. “Ever since I’ve had children, I don’t like to kill anything. It makes me kind of faint to wring an old goose’s neck. Ain’t that strange, Jim?” “I don’t know. The young Queen of Italy said the same thing onc... | daughters will ever have to work out. The trouble with me was, Jim, I never could believe harm of anybody I loved.” While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night. “We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always b... | My Antonia |
They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I should think it necessary to mention this. | No speaker | beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!”<|quote|>They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I should think it necessary to mention this.</|quote|>“Everybody liked her, did n’t | of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!”<|quote|>They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I should think it necessary to mention this.</|quote|>“Everybody liked her, did n’t they? The Harlings and your | about anything.” There was a note of simple gratitude in his voice that made me wish I had given more occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!”<|quote|>They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I sh... | along at my right, over the close-cropped grass. “Has mother shown you the pictures you sent her from the old country?” Ambrosch asked. “We’ve had them framed and they’re hung up in the parlor. She was so glad to get them. I don’t believe I ever saw her so pleased about anything.” There was a note of simple gratitude i... | two older boys—straight, well-made fellows, with good heads and clear eyes. They talked about their school and the new teacher, told me about the crops and the harvest, and how many steers they would feed that winter. They were easy and confidential with me, as if I were an old friend of the family—and not too old. I f... | wild rabbits. No, I’m glad I had a chance to learn; but I’m thankful none of my daughters will ever have to work out. The trouble with me was, Jim, I never could believe harm of anybody I loved.” While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night. “We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep... | with her fingers. “Ever since I’ve had children, I don’t like to kill anything. It makes me kind of faint to wring an old goose’s neck. Ain’t that strange, Jim?” “I don’t know. The young Queen of Italy said the same thing once, to a friend of mine. She used to be a great huntswoman, but now she feels as you do, and onl... | have brought them up like wild rabbits. No, I’m glad I had a chance to learn; but I’m thankful none of my daughters will ever have to work out. The trouble with me was, Jim, I never could believe harm of anybody I loved.” While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night. “We’ve plenty of r... | My Antonia |
“Sometimes,” | Jim | and all the town people.”<|quote|>“Sometimes,”</|quote|>I ventured, “it does n’t | The Harlings and your grandmother, and all the town people.”<|quote|>“Sometimes,”</|quote|>I ventured, “it does n’t occur to boys that their | know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!” They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I should think it necessary to mention this. “Everybody liked her, did n’t they? The Harlings and your grandmother, and all the town people.”<|quote|>“Sometimes,”</|quote|>I venture... | parlor. She was so glad to get them. I don’t believe I ever saw her so pleased about anything.” There was a note of simple gratitude in his voice that made me wish I had given more occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, ... | would feed that winter. They were easy and confidential with me, as if I were an old friend of the family—and not too old. I felt like a boy in their company, and all manner of forgotten interests revived in me. It seemed, after all, so natural to be walking along a barbed-wire fence beside the sunset, toward a red pon... | believe harm of anybody I loved.” While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night. “We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” I told her I would... | The young Queen of Italy said the same thing once, to a friend of mine. She used to be a great huntswoman, but now she feels as you do, and only shoots clay pigeons.” “Then I’m sure she’s a good mother,” Ántonia said warmly. She told me how she and her husband had come out to this new country when the farm land was ch... | mind work a bit, if I don’t have to put up with sadness.” She leaned her chin on her hand and looked down through the orchard, where the sunlight was growing more and more golden. “You ought never to have gone to town, Tony,” I said, wondering at her. She turned to me eagerly. “Oh, I’m glad I went! I’d never have know... | My Antonia |
I ventured, | No speaker | all the town people.” “Sometimes,”<|quote|>I ventured,</|quote|>“it does n’t occur to | Harlings and your grandmother, and all the town people.” “Sometimes,”<|quote|>I ventured,</|quote|>“it does n’t occur to boys that their mother was | was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!” They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I should think it necessary to mention this. “Everybody liked her, did n’t they? The Harlings and your grandmother, and all the town people.” “Sometimes,”<|quote|>I ventured,</|quote|>“it... | She was so glad to get them. I don’t believe I ever saw her so pleased about anything.” There was a note of simple gratitude in his voice that made me wish I had given more occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!... | feed that winter. They were easy and confidential with me, as if I were an old friend of the family—and not too old. I felt like a boy in their company, and all manner of forgotten interests revived in me. It seemed, after all, so natural to be walking along a barbed-wire fence beside the sunset, toward a red pond, and... | harm of anybody I loved.” While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night. “We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” I told her I would like to... | young Queen of Italy said the same thing once, to a friend of mine. She used to be a great huntswoman, but now she feels as you do, and only shoots clay pigeons.” “Then I’m sure she’s a good mother,” Ántonia said warmly. She told me how she and her husband had come out to this new country when the farm land was cheap ... | well-made fellows, with good heads and clear eyes. They talked about their school and the new teacher, told me about the crops and the harvest, and how many steers they would feed that winter. They were easy and confidential with me, as if I were an old friend of the family—and not too old. I felt like a boy in their c... | My Antonia |
“it does n’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty.” | Jim | town people.” “Sometimes,” I ventured,<|quote|>“it does n’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty.”</|quote|>“Oh, we know!” they said | your grandmother, and all the town people.” “Sometimes,” I ventured,<|quote|>“it does n’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty.”</|quote|>“Oh, we know!” they said again, warmly. “She’s not very | much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!” They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I should think it necessary to mention this. “Everybody liked her, did n’t they? The Harlings and your grandmother, and all the town people.” “Sometimes,” I ventured,<|quote|>“it does n’t occur to... | so glad to get them. I don’t believe I ever saw her so pleased about anything.” There was a note of simple gratitude in his voice that made me wish I had given more occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!” They b... | winter. They were easy and confidential with me, as if I were an old friend of the family—and not too old. I felt like a boy in their company, and all manner of forgotten interests revived in me. It seemed, after all, so natural to be walking along a barbed-wire fence beside the sunset, toward a red pond, and to see my... | anybody I loved.” While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night. “We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” I told her I would like to sleep i... | of Italy said the same thing once, to a friend of mine. She used to be a great huntswoman, but now she feels as you do, and only shoots clay pigeons.” “Then I’m sure she’s a good mother,” Ántonia said warmly. She told me how she and her husband had come out to this new country when the farm land was cheap and could be... | here. And I don’t mind work a bit, if I don’t have to put up with sadness.” She leaned her chin on her hand and looked down through the orchard, where the sunlight was growing more and more golden. “You ought never to have gone to town, Tony,” I said, wondering at her. She turned to me eagerly. “Oh, I’m glad I went! I... | My Antonia |
they said again, warmly. | No speaker | and pretty.” “Oh, we know!”<|quote|>they said again, warmly.</|quote|>“She’s not very old now,” | their mother was ever young and pretty.” “Oh, we know!”<|quote|>they said again, warmly.</|quote|>“She’s not very old now,” Ambrosch added. “Not much older | together; seemed a little surprised that I should think it necessary to mention this. “Everybody liked her, did n’t they? The Harlings and your grandmother, and all the town people.” “Sometimes,” I ventured, “it does n’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty.” “Oh, we know!”<|quote|>they said again,... | was a note of simple gratitude in his voice that made me wish I had given more occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!” They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I should think it necessary to menti... | family—and not too old. I felt like a boy in their company, and all manner of forgotten interests revived in me. It seemed, after all, so natural to be walking along a barbed-wire fence beside the sunset, toward a red pond, and to see my shadow moving along at my right, over the close-cropped grass. “Has mother shown y... | night. “We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean bl... | great huntswoman, but now she feels as you do, and only shoots clay pigeons.” “Then I’m sure she’s a good mother,” Ántonia said warmly. She told me how she and her husband had come out to this new country when the farm land was cheap and could be had on easy payments. The first ten years were a hard struggle. Her husb... | for the night. “We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of ... | My Antonia |
“She’s not very old now,” | One of Antonia's children | know!” they said again, warmly.<|quote|>“She’s not very old now,”</|quote|>Ambrosch added. “Not much older | young and pretty.” “Oh, we know!” they said again, warmly.<|quote|>“She’s not very old now,”</|quote|>Ambrosch added. “Not much older than you.” “Well,” I said, | surprised that I should think it necessary to mention this. “Everybody liked her, did n’t they? The Harlings and your grandmother, and all the town people.” “Sometimes,” I ventured, “it does n’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty.” “Oh, we know!” they said again, warmly.<|quote|>“She’s not very o... | simple gratitude in his voice that made me wish I had given more occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!” They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I should think it necessary to mention this. “Ever... | I felt like a boy in their company, and all manner of forgotten interests revived in me. It seemed, after all, so natural to be walking along a barbed-wire fence beside the sunset, toward a red pond, and to see my shadow moving along at my right, over the close-cropped grass. “Has mother shown you the pictures you sent... | room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for win... | she feels as you do, and only shoots clay pigeons.” “Then I’m sure she’s a good mother,” Ántonia said warmly. She told me how she and her husband had come out to this new country when the farm land was cheap and could be had on easy payments. The first ten years were a hard struggle. Her husband knew very little about... | me? I’ve never had them out here. And I don’t mind work a bit, if I don’t have to put up with sadness.” She leaned her chin on her hand and looked down through the orchard, where the sunlight was growing more and more golden. “You ought never to have gone to town, Tony,” I said, wondering at her. She turned to me eage... | My Antonia |
Ambrosch added. | No speaker | “She’s not very old now,”<|quote|>Ambrosch added.</|quote|>“Not much older than you.” | know!” they said again, warmly. “She’s not very old now,”<|quote|>Ambrosch added.</|quote|>“Not much older than you.” “Well,” I said, “if you | it necessary to mention this. “Everybody liked her, did n’t they? The Harlings and your grandmother, and all the town people.” “Sometimes,” I ventured, “it does n’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty.” “Oh, we know!” they said again, warmly. “She’s not very old now,”<|quote|>Ambrosch added.</|quo... | that made me wish I had given more occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!” They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I should think it necessary to mention this. “Everybody liked her, did n’t they?... | in their company, and all manner of forgotten interests revived in me. It seemed, after all, so natural to be walking along a barbed-wire fence beside the sunset, toward a red pond, and to see my shadow moving along at my right, over the close-cropped grass. “Has mother shown you the pictures you sent her from the old ... | sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or... | and only shoots clay pigeons.” “Then I’m sure she’s a good mother,” Ántonia said warmly. She told me how she and her husband had come out to this new country when the farm land was cheap and could be had on easy payments. The first ten years were a hard struggle. Her husband knew very little about farming and often gr... | felt like a boy in their company, and all manner of forgotten interests revived in me. It seemed, after all, so natural to be walking along a barbed-wire fence beside the sunset, toward a red pond, and to see my shadow moving along at my right, over the close-cropped grass. “Has mother shown you the pictures you sent h... | My Antonia |
“Not much older than you.” | One of Antonia's children | very old now,” Ambrosch added.<|quote|>“Not much older than you.”</|quote|>“Well,” I said, “if you | said again, warmly. “She’s not very old now,” Ambrosch added.<|quote|>“Not much older than you.”</|quote|>“Well,” I said, “if you were n’t nice to her, | to mention this. “Everybody liked her, did n’t they? The Harlings and your grandmother, and all the town people.” “Sometimes,” I ventured, “it does n’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty.” “Oh, we know!” they said again, warmly. “She’s not very old now,” Ambrosch added.<|quote|>“Not much older th... | me wish I had given more occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!” They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I should think it necessary to mention this. “Everybody liked her, did n’t they? The Harli... | company, and all manner of forgotten interests revived in me. It seemed, after all, so natural to be walking along a barbed-wire fence beside the sunset, toward a red pond, and to see my shadow moving along at my right, over the close-cropped grass. “Has mother shown you the pictures you sent her from the old country?”... | the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls... | shoots clay pigeons.” “Then I’m sure she’s a good mother,” Ántonia said warmly. She told me how she and her husband had come out to this new country when the farm land was cheap and could be had on easy payments. The first ten years were a hard struggle. Her husband knew very little about farming and often grew discou... | for what Mrs. Harling taught me, I expect I’d have brought them up like wild rabbits. No, I’m glad I had a chance to learn; but I’m thankful none of my daughters will ever have to work out. The trouble with me was, Jim, I never could believe harm of anybody I loved.” While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she c... | My Antonia |
“Well,” | Jim | “Not much older than you.”<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>I said, “if you were | very old now,” Ambrosch added. “Not much older than you.”<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>I said, “if you were n’t nice to her, I | her, did n’t they? The Harlings and your grandmother, and all the town people.” “Sometimes,” I ventured, “it does n’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty.” “Oh, we know!” they said again, warmly. “She’s not very old now,” Ambrosch added. “Not much older than you.”<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>I said, ... | more occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!” They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I should think it necessary to mention this. “Everybody liked her, did n’t they? The Harlings and your grandmo... | forgotten interests revived in me. It seemed, after all, so natural to be walking along a barbed-wire fence beside the sunset, toward a red pond, and to see my shadow moving along at my right, over the close-cropped grass. “Has mother shown you the pictures you sent her from the old country?” Ambrosch asked. “We’ve had... | comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, ... | sure she’s a good mother,” Ántonia said warmly. She told me how she and her husband had come out to this new country when the farm land was cheap and could be had on easy payments. The first ten years were a hard struggle. Her husband knew very little about farming and often grew discouraged. “We’d never have got thro... | talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night. “We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “Yo... | My Antonia |
I said, | No speaker | much older than you.” “Well,”<|quote|>I said,</|quote|>“if you were n’t nice | old now,” Ambrosch added. “Not much older than you.” “Well,”<|quote|>I said,</|quote|>“if you were n’t nice to her, I think I’d | did n’t they? The Harlings and your grandmother, and all the town people.” “Sometimes,” I ventured, “it does n’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty.” “Oh, we know!” they said again, warmly. “She’s not very old now,” Ambrosch added. “Not much older than you.” “Well,”<|quote|>I said,</|quote|>“if y... | occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!” They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I should think it necessary to mention this. “Everybody liked her, did n’t they? The Harlings and your grandmother,... | interests revived in me. It seemed, after all, so natural to be walking along a barbed-wire fence beside the sunset, toward a red pond, and to see my shadow moving along at my right, over the close-cropped grass. “Has mother shown you the pictures you sent her from the old country?” Ambrosch asked. “We’ve had them fram... | but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I w... | she’s a good mother,” Ántonia said warmly. She told me how she and her husband had come out to this new country when the farm land was cheap and could be had on easy payments. The first ten years were a hard struggle. Her husband knew very little about farming and often grew discouraged. “We’d never have got through i... | of the boys sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I... | My Antonia |
“if you were n’t nice to her, I think I’d take a club and go for the whole lot of you. I could n’t stand it if you boys were inconsiderate, or thought of her as if she were just somebody who looked after you. You see I was very much in love with your mother once, and I know there’s nobody like her.” | Jim | than you.” “Well,” I said,<|quote|>“if you were n’t nice to her, I think I’d take a club and go for the whole lot of you. I could n’t stand it if you boys were inconsiderate, or thought of her as if she were just somebody who looked after you. You see I was very much in love with your mother once, and I know there’s no... | Ambrosch added. “Not much older than you.” “Well,” I said,<|quote|>“if you were n’t nice to her, I think I’d take a club and go for the whole lot of you. I could n’t stand it if you boys were inconsiderate, or thought of her as if she were just somebody who looked after you. You see I was very much in love with your mo... | they? The Harlings and your grandmother, and all the town people.” “Sometimes,” I ventured, “it does n’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty.” “Oh, we know!” they said again, warmly. “She’s not very old now,” Ambrosch added. “Not much older than you.” “Well,” I said,<|quote|>“if you were n’t nice ... | it. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!” They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I should think it necessary to mention this. “Everybody liked her, did n’t they? The Harlings and your grandmother, and all the ... | in me. It seemed, after all, so natural to be walking along a barbed-wire fence beside the sunset, toward a red pond, and to see my shadow moving along at my right, over the close-cropped grass. “Has mother shown you the pictures you sent her from the old country?” Ambrosch asked. “We’ve had them framed and they’re hun... | no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I want to cook ... | good mother,” Ántonia said warmly. She told me how she and her husband had come out to this new country when the farm land was cheap and could be had on easy payments. The first ten years were a hard struggle. Her husband knew very little about farming and often grew discouraged. “We’d never have got through if I had ... | but I’m thankful none of my daughters will ever have to work out. The trouble with me was, Jim, I never could believe harm of anybody I loved.” While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night. “We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s ... | My Antonia |
The boys laughed and seemed pleased and embarrassed. | No speaker | know there’s nobody like her.”<|quote|>The boys laughed and seemed pleased and embarrassed.</|quote|>“She never told us that,” | your mother once, and I know there’s nobody like her.”<|quote|>The boys laughed and seemed pleased and embarrassed.</|quote|>“She never told us that,” said Anton. “But she’s always | go for the whole lot of you. I could n’t stand it if you boys were inconsiderate, or thought of her as if she were just somebody who looked after you. You see I was very much in love with your mother once, and I know there’s nobody like her.”<|quote|>The boys laughed and seemed pleased and embarrassed.</|quote|>“She ne... | “it does n’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty.” “Oh, we know!” they said again, warmly. “She’s not very old now,” Ambrosch added. “Not much older than you.” “Well,” I said, “if you were n’t nice to her, I think I’d take a club and go for the whole lot of you. I could n’t stand it if you boys we... | so glad to get them. I don’t believe I ever saw her so pleased about anything.” There was a note of simple gratitude in his voice that made me wish I had given more occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!” They b... | and I want to cook your supper myself.” As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows. I joined them, and Leo accompanied us at some distance, running ahead and starting up at us out of clumps of ironweed, calling, “I’m a jack rabbit,” or, “I’m a big bull... | I’ve always had good health, thank God, and I was able to help him in the fields until right up to the time before my babies came. Our children were good about taking care of each other. Martha, the one you saw when she was a baby, was such a help to me, and she trained Anna to be just like her. My Martha’s married now... | the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I want to cook your supper myself.” As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows. I joined the... | My Antonia |
“She never told us that,” | Jim | and seemed pleased and embarrassed.<|quote|>“She never told us that,”</|quote|>said Anton. “But she’s always | like her.” The boys laughed and seemed pleased and embarrassed.<|quote|>“She never told us that,”</|quote|>said Anton. “But she’s always talked lots about you, and | could n’t stand it if you boys were inconsiderate, or thought of her as if she were just somebody who looked after you. You see I was very much in love with your mother once, and I know there’s nobody like her.” The boys laughed and seemed pleased and embarrassed.<|quote|>“She never told us that,”</|quote|>said Anton. ... | mother was ever young and pretty.” “Oh, we know!” they said again, warmly. “She’s not very old now,” Ambrosch added. “Not much older than you.” “Well,” I said, “if you were n’t nice to her, I think I’d take a club and go for the whole lot of you. I could n’t stand it if you boys were inconsiderate, or thought of her as... | I ever saw her so pleased about anything.” There was a note of simple gratitude in his voice that made me wish I had given more occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!” They both spoke together; seemed a little s... | As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows. I joined them, and Leo accompanied us at some distance, running ahead and starting up at us out of clumps of ironweed, calling, “I’m a jack rabbit,” or, “I’m a big bull-snake.” I walked between the two older ... | I was able to help him in the fields until right up to the time before my babies came. Our children were good about taking care of each other. Martha, the one you saw when she was a baby, was such a help to me, and she trained Anna to be just like her. My Martha’s married now, and has a baby of her own. Think of that, ... | goes along to look after him.” I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I want to cook your supper myself.” As we went toward the house, we met Ambr... | My Antonia |
said Anton. | No speaker | “She never told us that,”<|quote|>said Anton.</|quote|>“But she’s always talked lots | and seemed pleased and embarrassed. “She never told us that,”<|quote|>said Anton.</|quote|>“But she’s always talked lots about you, and about what | you boys were inconsiderate, or thought of her as if she were just somebody who looked after you. You see I was very much in love with your mother once, and I know there’s nobody like her.” The boys laughed and seemed pleased and embarrassed. “She never told us that,”<|quote|>said Anton.</|quote|>“But she’s always talk... | pretty.” “Oh, we know!” they said again, warmly. “She’s not very old now,” Ambrosch added. “Not much older than you.” “Well,” I said, “if you were n’t nice to her, I think I’d take a club and go for the whole lot of you. I could n’t stand it if you boys were inconsiderate, or thought of her as if she were just somebody... | pleased about anything.” There was a note of simple gratitude in his voice that made me wish I had given more occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!” They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I sh... | house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows. I joined them, and Leo accompanied us at some distance, running ahead and starting up at us out of clumps of ironweed, calling, “I’m a jack rabbit,” or, “I’m a big bull-snake.” I walked between the two older boys—straight, well-ma... | him in the fields until right up to the time before my babies came. Our children were good about taking care of each other. Martha, the one you saw when she was a baby, was such a help to me, and she trained Anna to be just like her. My Martha’s married now, and has a baby of her own. Think of that, Jim! “No, I never g... | to see my shadow moving along at my right, over the close-cropped grass. “Has mother shown you the pictures you sent her from the old country?” Ambrosch asked. “We’ve had them framed and they’re hung up in the parlor. She was so glad to get them. I don’t believe I ever saw her so pleased about anything.” There was a no... | My Antonia |
“But she’s always talked lots about you, and about what good times you used to have. She has a picture of you that she cut out of the Chicago paper once, and Leo says he recognized you when you drove up to the windmill. You can’t tell about Leo, though; sometimes he likes to be smart.” | One of Antonia's children | told us that,” said Anton.<|quote|>“But she’s always talked lots about you, and about what good times you used to have. She has a picture of you that she cut out of the Chicago paper once, and Leo says he recognized you when you drove up to the windmill. You can’t tell about Leo, though; sometimes he likes to be smart.... | pleased and embarrassed. “She never told us that,” said Anton.<|quote|>“But she’s always talked lots about you, and about what good times you used to have. She has a picture of you that she cut out of the Chicago paper once, and Leo says he recognized you when you drove up to the windmill. You can’t tell about Leo, tho... | were inconsiderate, or thought of her as if she were just somebody who looked after you. You see I was very much in love with your mother once, and I know there’s nobody like her.” The boys laughed and seemed pleased and embarrassed. “She never told us that,” said Anton.<|quote|>“But she’s always talked lots about you,... | we know!” they said again, warmly. “She’s not very old now,” Ambrosch added. “Not much older than you.” “Well,” I said, “if you were n’t nice to her, I think I’d take a club and go for the whole lot of you. I could n’t stand it if you boys were inconsiderate, or thought of her as if she were just somebody who looked af... | anything.” There was a note of simple gratitude in his voice that made me wish I had given more occasion for it. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Your mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!” They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I should think it ... | met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows. I joined them, and Leo accompanied us at some distance, running ahead and starting up at us out of clumps of ironweed, calling, “I’m a jack rabbit,” or, “I’m a big bull-snake.” I walked between the two older boys—straight, well-made fellows... | the fields until right up to the time before my babies came. Our children were good about taking care of each other. Martha, the one you saw when she was a baby, was such a help to me, and she trained Anna to be just like her. My Martha’s married now, and has a baby of her own. Think of that, Jim! “No, I never got down... | weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo always begs to sleep there, and Ambrosch goes along to look after him.” I told her I would like to sleep in the haymow, with the boys. “You can do just as you want to. The chest is full of clean blankets, put away for winter. Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all th... | My Antonia |
We brought the cows home to the corner nearest the barn, and the boys milked them while night came on. Everything was as it should be: the strong smell of sunflowers and ironweed in the dew, the clear blue and gold of the sky, the evening star, the purr of the milk into the pails, the grunts and squeals of the pigs fig... | No speaker | he likes to be smart.”<|quote|>We brought the cows home to the corner nearest the barn, and the boys milked them while night came on. Everything was as it should be: the strong smell of sunflowers and ironweed in the dew, the clear blue and gold of the sky, the evening star, the purr of the milk into the pails, the gru... | tell about Leo, though; sometimes he likes to be smart.”<|quote|>We brought the cows home to the corner nearest the barn, and the boys milked them while night came on. Everything was as it should be: the strong smell of sunflowers and ironweed in the dew, the clear blue and gold of the sky, the evening star, the purr o... | you, and about what good times you used to have. She has a picture of you that she cut out of the Chicago paper once, and Leo says he recognized you when you drove up to the windmill. You can’t tell about Leo, though; sometimes he likes to be smart.”<|quote|>We brought the cows home to the corner nearest the barn, and ... | as if she were just somebody who looked after you. You see I was very much in love with your mother once, and I know there’s nobody like her.” The boys laughed and seemed pleased and embarrassed. “She never told us that,” said Anton. “But she’s always talked lots about you, and about what good times you used to have. S... | surprised that I should think it necessary to mention this. “Everybody liked her, did n’t they? The Harlings and your grandmother, and all the town people.” “Sometimes,” I ventured, “it does n’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty.” “Oh, we know!” they said again, warmly. “She’s not very old now,”... | heads and clear eyes. They talked about their school and the new teacher, told me about the crops and the harvest, and how many steers they would feed that winter. They were easy and confidential with me, as if I were an old friend of the family—and not too old. I felt like a boy in their company, and all manner of for... | her own. Think of that, Jim! “No, I never got down-hearted. Anton’s a good man, and I loved my children and always believed they would turn out well. I belong on a farm. I’m never lonesome here like I used to be in town. You remember what sad spells I used to have, when I did n’t know what was the matter with me? I’ve ... | of my daughters will ever have to work out. The trouble with me was, Jim, I never could believe harm of anybody I loved.” While we were talking, Ántonia assured me that she could keep me for the night. “We’ve plenty of room. Two of the boys sleep in the haymow till cold weather comes, but there’s no need for it. Leo al... | My Antonia |
“You would n’t believe how steady those girls have turned out,” | Antonia | Marys and their large families.<|quote|>“You would n’t believe how steady those girls have turned out,”</|quote|>Ántonia remarked. “Mary Svoboda’s the | to hear; the three Bohemian Marys and their large families.<|quote|>“You would n’t believe how steady those girls have turned out,”</|quote|>Ántonia remarked. “Mary Svoboda’s the best butter-maker in all this | Ántonia brought out a big boxful of photographs; she and Anton in their wedding clothes, holding hands; her brother Ambrosch and his very fat wife, who had a farm of her own, and who bossed her husband, I was delighted to hear; the three Bohemian Marys and their large families.<|quote|>“You would n’t believe how steady... | mother said he got hurt oftener than all the others put together. He was always trying to ride the colts before they were broken, teasing the turkey gobbler, seeing just how much red the bull would stand for, or how sharp the new axe was. After the concert was over Ántonia brought out a big boxful of photographs; she a... | in unusual places. After twisting and screwing the keys, he played some Bohemian airs, without the organ to hold him back, and that went better. The boy was so restless that I had not had a chance to look at his face before. My first impression was right; he really was faun-like. He had n’t much head behind his ears, a... | bring fresh plates of kolaches and pitchers of milk. After supper we went into the parlor, so that Yulka and Leo could play for me. Ántonia went first, carrying the lamp. There were not nearly chairs enough to go round, so the younger children sat down on the bare floor. Little Lucie whispered to me that they were goin... | mother, you know, was very much loved by all of us. She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!” They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I should think it necessary to mention this. “Everybody liked her, did n’t they? The Harlings and your grandmother, and all the town people.” “Sometimes,” I ventured, “i... | about Leo, though; sometimes he likes to be smart.” We brought the cows home to the corner nearest the barn, and the boys milked them while night came on. Everything was as it should be: the strong smell of sunflowers and ironweed in the dew, the clear blue and gold of the sky, the evening star, the purr of the milk in... | My Antonia |
Ántonia remarked. | No speaker | those girls have turned out,”<|quote|>Ántonia remarked.</|quote|>“Mary Svoboda’s the best butter-maker | would n’t believe how steady those girls have turned out,”<|quote|>Ántonia remarked.</|quote|>“Mary Svoboda’s the best butter-maker in all this country, and | in their wedding clothes, holding hands; her brother Ambrosch and his very fat wife, who had a farm of her own, and who bossed her husband, I was delighted to hear; the three Bohemian Marys and their large families. “You would n’t believe how steady those girls have turned out,”<|quote|>Ántonia remarked.</|quote|>“Mary... | together. He was always trying to ride the colts before they were broken, teasing the turkey gobbler, seeing just how much red the bull would stand for, or how sharp the new axe was. After the concert was over Ántonia brought out a big boxful of photographs; she and Anton in their wedding clothes, holding hands; her br... | some Bohemian airs, without the organ to hold him back, and that went better. The boy was so restless that I had not had a chance to look at his face before. My first impression was right; he really was faun-like. He had n’t much head behind his ears, and his tawny fleece grew down thick to the back of his neck. His ey... | we went into the parlor, so that Yulka and Leo could play for me. Ántonia went first, carrying the lamp. There were not nearly chairs enough to go round, so the younger children sat down on the bare floor. Little Lucie whispered to me that they were going to have a parlor carpet if they got ninety cents for their wheat... | She was a beautiful girl.” “Oh, we know!” They both spoke together; seemed a little surprised that I should think it necessary to mention this. “Everybody liked her, did n’t they? The Harlings and your grandmother, and all the town people.” “Sometimes,” I ventured, “it does n’t occur to boys that their mother was ever ... | sat down by her brother. Ántonia spoke to Leo in Bohemian. He frowned and wrinkled up his face. He seemed to be trying to pout, but his attempt only brought out dimples in unusual places. After twisting and screwing the keys, he played some Bohemian airs, without the organ to hold him back, and that went better. The bo... | My Antonia |
As Ántonia turned over the pictures the young Cuzaks stood behind her chair, looking over her shoulder with interested faces. Nina and Jan, after trying to see round the taller ones, quietly brought a chair, climbed up on it, and stood close together, looking. The little boy forgot his shyness and grinned delightedly w... | No speaker | will have a grand chance.”<|quote|>As Ántonia turned over the pictures the young Cuzaks stood behind her chair, looking over her shoulder with interested faces. Nina and Jan, after trying to see round the taller ones, quietly brought a chair, climbed up on it, and stood close together, looking. The little boy forgot hi... | a fine manager. Her children will have a grand chance.”<|quote|>As Ántonia turned over the pictures the young Cuzaks stood behind her chair, looking over her shoulder with interested faces. Nina and Jan, after trying to see round the taller ones, quietly brought a chair, climbed up on it, and stood close together, look... | who bossed her husband, I was delighted to hear; the three Bohemian Marys and their large families. “You would n’t believe how steady those girls have turned out,” Ántonia remarked. “Mary Svoboda’s the best butter-maker in all this country, and a fine manager. Her children will have a grand chance.”<|quote|>As Ántonia ... | the bull would stand for, or how sharp the new axe was. After the concert was over Ántonia brought out a big boxful of photographs; she and Anton in their wedding clothes, holding hands; her brother Ambrosch and his very fat wife, who had a farm of her own, and who bossed her husband, I was delighted to hear; the three... | not had a chance to look at his face before. My first impression was right; he really was faun-like. He had n’t much head behind his ears, and his tawny fleece grew down thick to the back of his neck. His eyes were not frank and wide apart like those of the other boys, but were deep-set, gold-green in color, and seemed... | not nearly chairs enough to go round, so the younger children sat down on the bare floor. Little Lucie whispered to me that they were going to have a parlor carpet if they got ninety cents for their wheat. Leo, with a good deal of fussing, got out his violin. It was old Mr. Shimerda’s instrument, which Ántonia had alwa... | to mention this. “Everybody liked her, did n’t they? The Harlings and your grandmother, and all the town people.” “Sometimes,” I ventured, “it does n’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty.” “Oh, we know!” they said again, warmly. “She’s not very old now,” Ambrosch added. “Not much older than you.”... | for him. But he played very well for a self-taught boy. Poor Yulka’s efforts were not so successful. While they were playing, little Nina got up from her corner, came out into the middle of the floor, and began to do a pretty little dance on the boards with her bare feet. No one paid the least attention to her, and whe... | My Antonia |
“Does she still look like that? She has n’t been home for six years now.” | Antonia | from San Francisco last Christmas.<|quote|>“Does she still look like that? She has n’t been home for six years now.”</|quote|>Yes, it was exactly like | of Lena that had come from San Francisco last Christmas.<|quote|>“Does she still look like that? She has n’t been home for six years now.”</|quote|>Yes, it was exactly like Lena, I told her; a | recognition; looked at some admiringly, as if these characters in their mother’s girlhood had been remarkable people. The little children, who could not speak English, murmured comments to each other in their rich old language. Ántonia held out a photograph of Lena that had come from San Francisco last Christmas.<|quot... | looking. The little boy forgot his shyness and grinned delightedly when familiar faces came into view. In the group about Ántonia I was conscious of a kind of physical harmony. They leaned this way and that, and were not afraid to touch each other. They contemplated the photographs with pleased recognition; looked at s... | had a farm of her own, and who bossed her husband, I was delighted to hear; the three Bohemian Marys and their large families. “You would n’t believe how steady those girls have turned out,” Ántonia remarked. “Mary Svoboda’s the best butter-maker in all this country, and a fine manager. Her children will have a grand c... | Leo in Bohemian. He frowned and wrinkled up his face. He seemed to be trying to pout, but his attempt only brought out dimples in unusual places. After twisting and screwing the keys, he played some Bohemian airs, without the organ to hold him back, and that went better. The boy was so restless that I had not had a cha... | you, and about what good times you used to have. She has a picture of you that she cut out of the Chicago paper once, and Leo says he recognized you when you drove up to the windmill. You can’t tell about Leo, though; sometimes he likes to be smart.” We brought the cows home to the corner nearest the barn, and the boys... | There were not nearly chairs enough to go round, so the younger children sat down on the bare floor. Little Lucie whispered to me that they were going to have a parlor carpet if they got ninety cents for their wheat. Leo, with a good deal of fussing, got out his violin. It was old Mr. Shimerda’s instrument, which Ánton... | My Antonia |
Yes, it was exactly like Lena, I told her; a comely woman, a trifle too plump, in a hat a trifle too large, but with the old lazy eyes, and the old dimpled ingenuousness still lurking at the corners of her mouth. There was a picture of Frances Harling in a be-frogged riding costume that I remembered well. | No speaker | home for six years now.”<|quote|>Yes, it was exactly like Lena, I told her; a comely woman, a trifle too plump, in a hat a trifle too large, but with the old lazy eyes, and the old dimpled ingenuousness still lurking at the corners of her mouth. There was a picture of Frances Harling in a be-frogged riding costume tha... | that? She has n’t been home for six years now.”<|quote|>Yes, it was exactly like Lena, I told her; a comely woman, a trifle too plump, in a hat a trifle too large, but with the old lazy eyes, and the old dimpled ingenuousness still lurking at the corners of her mouth. There was a picture of Frances Harling in a be-fro... | remarkable people. The little children, who could not speak English, murmured comments to each other in their rich old language. Ántonia held out a photograph of Lena that had come from San Francisco last Christmas. “Does she still look like that? She has n’t been home for six years now.”<|quote|>Yes, it was exactly li... | view. In the group about Ántonia I was conscious of a kind of physical harmony. They leaned this way and that, and were not afraid to touch each other. They contemplated the photographs with pleased recognition; looked at some admiringly, as if these characters in their mother’s girlhood had been remarkable people. The... | hear; the three Bohemian Marys and their large families. “You would n’t believe how steady those girls have turned out,” Ántonia remarked. “Mary Svoboda’s the best butter-maker in all this country, and a fine manager. Her children will have a grand chance.” As Ántonia turned over the pictures the young Cuzaks stood beh... | to pout, but his attempt only brought out dimples in unusual places. After twisting and screwing the keys, he played some Bohemian airs, without the organ to hold him back, and that went better. The boy was so restless that I had not had a chance to look at his face before. My first impression was right; he really was ... | you that she cut out of the Chicago paper once, and Leo says he recognized you when you drove up to the windmill. You can’t tell about Leo, though; sometimes he likes to be smart.” We brought the cows home to the corner nearest the barn, and the boys milked them while night came on. Everything was as it should be: the ... | brother Ambrosch and his very fat wife, who had a farm of her own, and who bossed her husband, I was delighted to hear; the three Bohemian Marys and their large families. “You would n’t believe how steady those girls have turned out,” Ántonia remarked. “Mary Svoboda’s the best butter-maker in all this country, and a fi... | My Antonia |
“Is n’t she fine!” | Antonia | costume that I remembered well.<|quote|>“Is n’t she fine!”</|quote|>the girls murmured. They all | Harling in a be-frogged riding costume that I remembered well.<|quote|>“Is n’t she fine!”</|quote|>the girls murmured. They all assented. One could see that | her; a comely woman, a trifle too plump, in a hat a trifle too large, but with the old lazy eyes, and the old dimpled ingenuousness still lurking at the corners of her mouth. There was a picture of Frances Harling in a be-frogged riding costume that I remembered well.<|quote|>“Is n’t she fine!”</|quote|>the girls murmu... | speak English, murmured comments to each other in their rich old language. Ántonia held out a photograph of Lena that had come from San Francisco last Christmas. “Does she still look like that? She has n’t been home for six years now.” Yes, it was exactly like Lena, I told her; a comely woman, a trifle too plump, in a ... | shoulder with interested faces. Nina and Jan, after trying to see round the taller ones, quietly brought a chair, climbed up on it, and stood close together, looking. The little boy forgot his shyness and grinned delightedly when familiar faces came into view. In the group about Ántonia I was conscious of a kind of phy... | really was faun-like. He had n’t much head behind his ears, and his tawny fleece grew down thick to the back of his neck. His eyes were not frank and wide apart like those of the other boys, but were deep-set, gold-green in color, and seemed sensitive to the light. His mother said he got hurt oftener than all the other... | it should be: the strong smell of sunflowers and ironweed in the dew, the clear blue and gold of the sky, the evening star, the purr of the milk into the pails, the grunts and squeals of the pigs fighting over their supper. I began to feel the loneliness of the farm-boy at evening, when the chores seem everlastingly th... | chance to look at his face before. My first impression was right; he really was faun-like. He had n’t much head behind his ears, and his tawny fleece grew down thick to the back of his neck. His eyes were not frank and wide apart like those of the other boys, but were deep-set, gold-green in color, and seemed sensitive... | My Antonia |
the girls murmured. They all assented. One could see that Frances had come down as a heroine in the family legend. Only Leo was unmoved. | No speaker | well. “Is n’t she fine!”<|quote|>the girls murmured. They all assented. One could see that Frances had come down as a heroine in the family legend. Only Leo was unmoved.</|quote|>“And there’s Mr. Harling, in | riding costume that I remembered well. “Is n’t she fine!”<|quote|>the girls murmured. They all assented. One could see that Frances had come down as a heroine in the family legend. Only Leo was unmoved.</|quote|>“And there’s Mr. Harling, in his grand fur coat. He | a trifle too plump, in a hat a trifle too large, but with the old lazy eyes, and the old dimpled ingenuousness still lurking at the corners of her mouth. There was a picture of Frances Harling in a be-frogged riding costume that I remembered well. “Is n’t she fine!”<|quote|>the girls murmured. They all assented. One co... | to each other in their rich old language. Ántonia held out a photograph of Lena that had come from San Francisco last Christmas. “Does she still look like that? She has n’t been home for six years now.” Yes, it was exactly like Lena, I told her; a comely woman, a trifle too plump, in a hat a trifle too large, but with ... | Nina and Jan, after trying to see round the taller ones, quietly brought a chair, climbed up on it, and stood close together, looking. The little boy forgot his shyness and grinned delightedly when familiar faces came into view. In the group about Ántonia I was conscious of a kind of physical harmony. They leaned this ... | had n’t much head behind his ears, and his tawny fleece grew down thick to the back of his neck. His eyes were not frank and wide apart like those of the other boys, but were deep-set, gold-green in color, and seemed sensitive to the light. His mother said he got hurt oftener than all the others put together. He was al... | strong smell of sunflowers and ironweed in the dew, the clear blue and gold of the sky, the evening star, the purr of the milk into the pails, the grunts and squeals of the pigs fighting over their supper. I began to feel the loneliness of the farm-boy at evening, when the chores seem everlastingly the same, and the wo... | on the boards with her bare feet. No one paid the least attention to her, and when she was through she stole back and sat down by her brother. Ántonia spoke to Leo in Bohemian. He frowned and wrinkled up his face. He seemed to be trying to pout, but his attempt only brought out dimples in unusual places. After twisting... | My Antonia |
“And there’s Mr. Harling, in his grand fur coat. He was awfully rich, was n’t he, mother?” | Antonia | legend. Only Leo was unmoved.<|quote|>“And there’s Mr. Harling, in his grand fur coat. He was awfully rich, was n’t he, mother?”</|quote|>“He was n’t any Rockefeller,” | a heroine in the family legend. Only Leo was unmoved.<|quote|>“And there’s Mr. Harling, in his grand fur coat. He was awfully rich, was n’t he, mother?”</|quote|>“He was n’t any Rockefeller,” put in Master Leo, in | the corners of her mouth. There was a picture of Frances Harling in a be-frogged riding costume that I remembered well. “Is n’t she fine!” the girls murmured. They all assented. One could see that Frances had come down as a heroine in the family legend. Only Leo was unmoved.<|quote|>“And there’s Mr. Harling, in his gra... | still look like that? She has n’t been home for six years now.” Yes, it was exactly like Lena, I told her; a comely woman, a trifle too plump, in a hat a trifle too large, but with the old lazy eyes, and the old dimpled ingenuousness still lurking at the corners of her mouth. There was a picture of Frances Harling in ... | little boy forgot his shyness and grinned delightedly when familiar faces came into view. In the group about Ántonia I was conscious of a kind of physical harmony. They leaned this way and that, and were not afraid to touch each other. They contemplated the photographs with pleased recognition; looked at some admiringl... | and wide apart like those of the other boys, but were deep-set, gold-green in color, and seemed sensitive to the light. His mother said he got hurt oftener than all the others put together. He was always trying to ride the colts before they were broken, teasing the turkey gobbler, seeing just how much red the bull woul... | into the pails, the grunts and squeals of the pigs fighting over their supper. I began to feel the loneliness of the farm-boy at evening, when the chores seem everlastingly the same, and the world so far away. What a tableful we were at supper; two long rows of restless heads in the lamplight, and so many eyes fastened... | than all the others put together. He was always trying to ride the colts before they were broken, teasing the turkey gobbler, seeing just how much red the bull would stand for, or how sharp the new axe was. After the concert was over Ántonia brought out a big boxful of photographs; she and Anton in their wedding clothe... | My Antonia |
“He was n’t any Rockefeller,” | One of Antonia's children | rich, was n’t he, mother?”<|quote|>“He was n’t any Rockefeller,”</|quote|>put in Master Leo, in | fur coat. He was awfully rich, was n’t he, mother?”<|quote|>“He was n’t any Rockefeller,”</|quote|>put in Master Leo, in a very low tone, which | that I remembered well. “Is n’t she fine!” the girls murmured. They all assented. One could see that Frances had come down as a heroine in the family legend. Only Leo was unmoved. “And there’s Mr. Harling, in his grand fur coat. He was awfully rich, was n’t he, mother?”<|quote|>“He was n’t any Rockefeller,”</|quote|>pu... | like Lena, I told her; a comely woman, a trifle too plump, in a hat a trifle too large, but with the old lazy eyes, and the old dimpled ingenuousness still lurking at the corners of her mouth. There was a picture of Frances Harling in a be-frogged riding costume that I remembered well. “Is n’t she fine!” the girls murm... | about Ántonia I was conscious of a kind of physical harmony. They leaned this way and that, and were not afraid to touch each other. They contemplated the photographs with pleased recognition; looked at some admiringly, as if these characters in their mother’s girlhood had been remarkable people. The little children, w... | sensitive to the light. His mother said he got hurt oftener than all the others put together. He was always trying to ride the colts before they were broken, teasing the turkey gobbler, seeing just how much red the bull would stand for, or how sharp the new axe was. After the concert was over Ántonia brought out a big ... | feel the loneliness of the farm-boy at evening, when the chores seem everlastingly the same, and the world so far away. What a tableful we were at supper; two long rows of restless heads in the lamplight, and so many eyes fastened excitedly upon Ántonia as she sat at the head of the table, filling the plates and starti... | his face. He seemed to be trying to pout, but his attempt only brought out dimples in unusual places. After twisting and screwing the keys, he played some Bohemian airs, without the organ to hold him back, and that went better. The boy was so restless that I had not had a chance to look at his face before. My first imp... | My Antonia |
put in Master Leo, in a very low tone, which reminded me of the way in which Mrs. Shimerda had once said that my grandfather | No speaker | “He was n’t any Rockefeller,”<|quote|>put in Master Leo, in a very low tone, which reminded me of the way in which Mrs. Shimerda had once said that my grandfather</|quote|>“was n’t Jesus.” His habitual | rich, was n’t he, mother?” “He was n’t any Rockefeller,”<|quote|>put in Master Leo, in a very low tone, which reminded me of the way in which Mrs. Shimerda had once said that my grandfather</|quote|>“was n’t Jesus.” His habitual skepticism was like a direct | n’t she fine!” the girls murmured. They all assented. One could see that Frances had come down as a heroine in the family legend. Only Leo was unmoved. “And there’s Mr. Harling, in his grand fur coat. He was awfully rich, was n’t he, mother?” “He was n’t any Rockefeller,”<|quote|>put in Master Leo, in a very low tone, ... | a comely woman, a trifle too plump, in a hat a trifle too large, but with the old lazy eyes, and the old dimpled ingenuousness still lurking at the corners of her mouth. There was a picture of Frances Harling in a be-frogged riding costume that I remembered well. “Is n’t she fine!” the girls murmured. They all assented... | of a kind of physical harmony. They leaned this way and that, and were not afraid to touch each other. They contemplated the photographs with pleased recognition; looked at some admiringly, as if these characters in their mother’s girlhood had been remarkable people. The little children, who could not speak English, mu... | mother said he got hurt oftener than all the others put together. He was always trying to ride the colts before they were broken, teasing the turkey gobbler, seeing just how much red the bull would stand for, or how sharp the new axe was. After the concert was over Ántonia brought out a big boxful of photographs; she a... | farm-boy at evening, when the chores seem everlastingly the same, and the world so far away. What a tableful we were at supper; two long rows of restless heads in the lamplight, and so many eyes fastened excitedly upon Ántonia as she sat at the head of the table, filling the plates and starting the dishes on their way.... | Her children will have a grand chance.” As Ántonia turned over the pictures the young Cuzaks stood behind her chair, looking over her shoulder with interested faces. Nina and Jan, after trying to see round the taller ones, quietly brought a chair, climbed up on it, and stood close together, looking. The little boy forg... | My Antonia |
“was n’t Jesus.” | One of Antonia's children | once said that my grandfather<|quote|>“was n’t Jesus.”</|quote|>His habitual skepticism was like | in which Mrs. Shimerda had once said that my grandfather<|quote|>“was n’t Jesus.”</|quote|>His habitual skepticism was like a direct inheritance from that | Leo was unmoved. “And there’s Mr. Harling, in his grand fur coat. He was awfully rich, was n’t he, mother?” “He was n’t any Rockefeller,” put in Master Leo, in a very low tone, which reminded me of the way in which Mrs. Shimerda had once said that my grandfather<|quote|>“was n’t Jesus.”</|quote|>His habitual skepticism... | still lurking at the corners of her mouth. There was a picture of Frances Harling in a be-frogged riding costume that I remembered well. “Is n’t she fine!” the girls murmured. They all assented. One could see that Frances had come down as a heroine in the family legend. Only Leo was unmoved. “And there’s Mr. Harling, i... | pleased recognition; looked at some admiringly, as if these characters in their mother’s girlhood had been remarkable people. The little children, who could not speak English, murmured comments to each other in their rich old language. Ántonia held out a photograph of Lena that had come from San Francisco last Christma... | the turkey gobbler, seeing just how much red the bull would stand for, or how sharp the new axe was. After the concert was over Ántonia brought out a big boxful of photographs; she and Anton in their wedding clothes, holding hands; her brother Ambrosch and his very fat wife, who had a farm of her own, and who bossed he... | rows of restless heads in the lamplight, and so many eyes fastened excitedly upon Ántonia as she sat at the head of the table, filling the plates and starting the dishes on their way. The children were seated according to a system; a little one next an older one, who was to watch over his behavior and to see that he go... | face before. My first impression was right; he really was faun-like. He had n’t much head behind his ears, and his tawny fleece grew down thick to the back of his neck. His eyes were not frank and wide apart like those of the other boys, but were deep-set, gold-green in color, and seemed sensitive to the light. His mot... | My Antonia |
His habitual skepticism was like a direct inheritance from that old woman. | No speaker | my grandfather “was n’t Jesus.”<|quote|>His habitual skepticism was like a direct inheritance from that old woman.</|quote|>“None of your smart speeches,” | Shimerda had once said that my grandfather “was n’t Jesus.”<|quote|>His habitual skepticism was like a direct inheritance from that old woman.</|quote|>“None of your smart speeches,” said Ambrosch severely. Leo poked | “And there’s Mr. Harling, in his grand fur coat. He was awfully rich, was n’t he, mother?” “He was n’t any Rockefeller,” put in Master Leo, in a very low tone, which reminded me of the way in which Mrs. Shimerda had once said that my grandfather “was n’t Jesus.”<|quote|>His habitual skepticism was like a direct inherit... | the corners of her mouth. There was a picture of Frances Harling in a be-frogged riding costume that I remembered well. “Is n’t she fine!” the girls murmured. They all assented. One could see that Frances had come down as a heroine in the family legend. Only Leo was unmoved. “And there’s Mr. Harling, in his grand fur c... | at some admiringly, as if these characters in their mother’s girlhood had been remarkable people. The little children, who could not speak English, murmured comments to each other in their rich old language. Ántonia held out a photograph of Lena that had come from San Francisco last Christmas. “Does she still look like... | seeing just how much red the bull would stand for, or how sharp the new axe was. After the concert was over Ántonia brought out a big boxful of photographs; she and Anton in their wedding clothes, holding hands; her brother Ambrosch and his very fat wife, who had a farm of her own, and who bossed her husband, I was del... | heads in the lamplight, and so many eyes fastened excitedly upon Ántonia as she sat at the head of the table, filling the plates and starting the dishes on their way. The children were seated according to a system; a little one next an older one, who was to watch over his behavior and to see that he got his food. Anna ... | on the boards with her bare feet. No one paid the least attention to her, and when she was through she stole back and sat down by her brother. Ántonia spoke to Leo in Bohemian. He frowned and wrinkled up his face. He seemed to be trying to pout, but his attempt only brought out dimples in unusual places. After twisting... | My Antonia |
“None of your smart speeches,” | One of Antonia's children | inheritance from that old woman.<|quote|>“None of your smart speeches,”</|quote|>said Ambrosch severely. Leo poked | skepticism was like a direct inheritance from that old woman.<|quote|>“None of your smart speeches,”</|quote|>said Ambrosch severely. Leo poked out a supple red tongue | rich, was n’t he, mother?” “He was n’t any Rockefeller,” put in Master Leo, in a very low tone, which reminded me of the way in which Mrs. Shimerda had once said that my grandfather “was n’t Jesus.” His habitual skepticism was like a direct inheritance from that old woman.<|quote|>“None of your smart speeches,”</|quote... | in a be-frogged riding costume that I remembered well. “Is n’t she fine!” the girls murmured. They all assented. One could see that Frances had come down as a heroine in the family legend. Only Leo was unmoved. “And there’s Mr. Harling, in his grand fur coat. He was awfully rich, was n’t he, mother?” “He was n’t any Ro... | been remarkable people. The little children, who could not speak English, murmured comments to each other in their rich old language. Ántonia held out a photograph of Lena that had come from San Francisco last Christmas. “Does she still look like that? She has n’t been home for six years now.” Yes, it was exactly like ... | sharp the new axe was. After the concert was over Ántonia brought out a big boxful of photographs; she and Anton in their wedding clothes, holding hands; her brother Ambrosch and his very fat wife, who had a farm of her own, and who bossed her husband, I was delighted to hear; the three Bohemian Marys and their large f... | as she sat at the head of the table, filling the plates and starting the dishes on their way. The children were seated according to a system; a little one next an older one, who was to watch over his behavior and to see that he got his food. Anna and Yulka left their chairs from time to time to bring fresh plates of ko... | big boxful of photographs; she and Anton in their wedding clothes, holding hands; her brother Ambrosch and his very fat wife, who had a farm of her own, and who bossed her husband, I was delighted to hear; the three Bohemian Marys and their large families. “You would n’t believe how steady those girls have turned out,”... | My Antonia |
said Ambrosch severely. Leo poked out a supple red tongue at him, but a moment later broke into a giggle at a tintype of two men, uncomfortably seated, with an awkward-looking boy in baggy clothes standing between them; Jake and Otto and I! We had it taken, I remembered, when we went to Black Hawk on the first Fourth ... | No speaker | “None of your smart speeches,”<|quote|>said Ambrosch severely. Leo poked out a supple red tongue at him, but a moment later broke into a giggle at a tintype of two men, uncomfortably seated, with an awkward-looking boy in baggy clothes standing between them; Jake and Otto and I! We had it taken, I remembered, when we ... | inheritance from that old woman. “None of your smart speeches,”<|quote|>said Ambrosch severely. Leo poked out a supple red tongue at him, but a moment later broke into a giggle at a tintype of two men, uncomfortably seated, with an awkward-looking boy in baggy clothes standing between them; Jake and Otto and I! We had... | “He was n’t any Rockefeller,” put in Master Leo, in a very low tone, which reminded me of the way in which Mrs. Shimerda had once said that my grandfather “was n’t Jesus.” His habitual skepticism was like a direct inheritance from that old woman. “None of your smart speeches,”<|quote|>said Ambrosch severely. Leo poked... | that I remembered well. “Is n’t she fine!” the girls murmured. They all assented. One could see that Frances had come down as a heroine in the family legend. Only Leo was unmoved. “And there’s Mr. Harling, in his grand fur coat. He was awfully rich, was n’t he, mother?” “He was n’t any Rockefeller,” put in Master Leo, ... | children, who could not speak English, murmured comments to each other in their rich old language. Ántonia held out a photograph of Lena that had come from San Francisco last Christmas. “Does she still look like that? She has n’t been home for six years now.” Yes, it was exactly like Lena, I told her; a comely woman, a... | After the concert was over Ántonia brought out a big boxful of photographs; she and Anton in their wedding clothes, holding hands; her brother Ambrosch and his very fat wife, who had a farm of her own, and who bossed her husband, I was delighted to hear; the three Bohemian Marys and their large families. “You would n’t... | head of the table, filling the plates and starting the dishes on their way. The children were seated according to a system; a little one next an older one, who was to watch over his behavior and to see that he got his food. Anna and Yulka left their chairs from time to time to bring fresh plates of kolaches and pitcher... | screwing the keys, he played some Bohemian airs, without the organ to hold him back, and that went better. The boy was so restless that I had not had a chance to look at his face before. My first impression was right; he really was faun-like. He had n’t much head behind his ears, and his tawny fleece grew down thick to... | My Antonia |
“He made grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?” | One of Antonia's children | Cuzaks knew all about them.<|quote|>“He made grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?”</|quote|>Anton asked. “Was n’t they | Otto’s ferocious mustaches. The young Cuzaks knew all about them.<|quote|>“He made grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?”</|quote|>Anton asked. “Was n’t they good fellows, Jim?” Ántonia’s eyes | clothes standing between them; Jake and Otto and I! We had it taken, I remembered, when we went to Black Hawk on the first Fourth of July I spent in Nebraska. I was glad to see Jake’s grin again, and Otto’s ferocious mustaches. The young Cuzaks knew all about them.<|quote|>“He made grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?”</|... | habitual skepticism was like a direct inheritance from that old woman. “None of your smart speeches,” said Ambrosch severely. Leo poked out a supple red tongue at him, but a moment later broke into a giggle at a tintype of two men, uncomfortably seated, with an awkward-looking boy in baggy clothes standing between the... | corners of her mouth. There was a picture of Frances Harling in a be-frogged riding costume that I remembered well. “Is n’t she fine!” the girls murmured. They all assented. One could see that Frances had come down as a heroine in the family legend. Only Leo was unmoved. “And there’s Mr. Harling, in his grand fur coat.... | have a grand chance.” As Ántonia turned over the pictures the young Cuzaks stood behind her chair, looking over her shoulder with interested faces. Nina and Jan, after trying to see round the taller ones, quietly brought a chair, climbed up on it, and stood close together, looking. The little boy forgot his shyness and... | the lamp. There were not nearly chairs enough to go round, so the younger children sat down on the bare floor. Little Lucie whispered to me that they were going to have a parlor carpet if they got ninety cents for their wheat. Leo, with a good deal of fussing, got out his violin. It was old Mr. Shimerda’s instrument, w... | it was exactly like Lena, I told her; a comely woman, a trifle too plump, in a hat a trifle too large, but with the old lazy eyes, and the old dimpled ingenuousness still lurking at the corners of her mouth. There was a picture of Frances Harling in a be-frogged riding costume that I remembered well. “Is n’t she fine!”... | My Antonia |
Anton asked. | No speaker | grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?”<|quote|>Anton asked.</|quote|>“Was n’t they good fellows, | all about them. “He made grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?”<|quote|>Anton asked.</|quote|>“Was n’t they good fellows, Jim?” Ántonia’s eyes filled. “To | and I! We had it taken, I remembered, when we went to Black Hawk on the first Fourth of July I spent in Nebraska. I was glad to see Jake’s grin again, and Otto’s ferocious mustaches. The young Cuzaks knew all about them. “He made grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?”<|quote|>Anton asked.</|quote|>“Was n’t they good fellow... | from that old woman. “None of your smart speeches,” said Ambrosch severely. Leo poked out a supple red tongue at him, but a moment later broke into a giggle at a tintype of two men, uncomfortably seated, with an awkward-looking boy in baggy clothes standing between them; Jake and Otto and I! We had it taken, I remembe... | picture of Frances Harling in a be-frogged riding costume that I remembered well. “Is n’t she fine!” the girls murmured. They all assented. One could see that Frances had come down as a heroine in the family legend. Only Leo was unmoved. “And there’s Mr. Harling, in his grand fur coat. He was awfully rich, was n’t he, ... | over the pictures the young Cuzaks stood behind her chair, looking over her shoulder with interested faces. Nina and Jan, after trying to see round the taller ones, quietly brought a chair, climbed up on it, and stood close together, looking. The little boy forgot his shyness and grinned delightedly when familiar faces... | enough to go round, so the younger children sat down on the bare floor. Little Lucie whispered to me that they were going to have a parlor carpet if they got ninety cents for their wheat. Leo, with a good deal of fussing, got out his violin. It was old Mr. Shimerda’s instrument, which Ántonia had always kept, and it wa... | and Jan, after trying to see round the taller ones, quietly brought a chair, climbed up on it, and stood close together, looking. The little boy forgot his shyness and grinned delightedly when familiar faces came into view. In the group about Ántonia I was conscious of a kind of physical harmony. They leaned this way a... | My Antonia |
“Was n’t they good fellows, Jim?” | Antonia | did n’t he?” Anton asked.<|quote|>“Was n’t they good fellows, Jim?”</|quote|>Ántonia’s eyes filled. “To this | them. “He made grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?” Anton asked.<|quote|>“Was n’t they good fellows, Jim?”</|quote|>Ántonia’s eyes filled. “To this day I’m ashamed because I | We had it taken, I remembered, when we went to Black Hawk on the first Fourth of July I spent in Nebraska. I was glad to see Jake’s grin again, and Otto’s ferocious mustaches. The young Cuzaks knew all about them. “He made grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?” Anton asked.<|quote|>“Was n’t they good fellows, Jim?”</|quote... | old woman. “None of your smart speeches,” said Ambrosch severely. Leo poked out a supple red tongue at him, but a moment later broke into a giggle at a tintype of two men, uncomfortably seated, with an awkward-looking boy in baggy clothes standing between them; Jake and Otto and I! We had it taken, I remembered, when ... | Frances Harling in a be-frogged riding costume that I remembered well. “Is n’t she fine!” the girls murmured. They all assented. One could see that Frances had come down as a heroine in the family legend. Only Leo was unmoved. “And there’s Mr. Harling, in his grand fur coat. He was awfully rich, was n’t he, mother?” “H... | pictures the young Cuzaks stood behind her chair, looking over her shoulder with interested faces. Nina and Jan, after trying to see round the taller ones, quietly brought a chair, climbed up on it, and stood close together, looking. The little boy forgot his shyness and grinned delightedly when familiar faces came int... | go round, so the younger children sat down on the bare floor. Little Lucie whispered to me that they were going to have a parlor carpet if they got ninety cents for their wheat. Leo, with a good deal of fussing, got out his violin. It was old Mr. Shimerda’s instrument, which Ántonia had always kept, and it was too big ... | Ambrosch and his very fat wife, who had a farm of her own, and who bossed her husband, I was delighted to hear; the three Bohemian Marys and their large families. “You would n’t believe how steady those girls have turned out,” Ántonia remarked. “Mary Svoboda’s the best butter-maker in all this country, and a fine manag... | My Antonia |
Ántonia’s eyes filled. | No speaker | n’t they good fellows, Jim?”<|quote|>Ántonia’s eyes filled.</|quote|>“To this day I’m ashamed | n’t he?” Anton asked. “Was n’t they good fellows, Jim?”<|quote|>Ántonia’s eyes filled.</|quote|>“To this day I’m ashamed because I quarreled with Jake | when we went to Black Hawk on the first Fourth of July I spent in Nebraska. I was glad to see Jake’s grin again, and Otto’s ferocious mustaches. The young Cuzaks knew all about them. “He made grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?” Anton asked. “Was n’t they good fellows, Jim?”<|quote|>Ántonia’s eyes filled.</|quote|>“To th... | speeches,” said Ambrosch severely. Leo poked out a supple red tongue at him, but a moment later broke into a giggle at a tintype of two men, uncomfortably seated, with an awkward-looking boy in baggy clothes standing between them; Jake and Otto and I! We had it taken, I remembered, when we went to Black Hawk on the fi... | costume that I remembered well. “Is n’t she fine!” the girls murmured. They all assented. One could see that Frances had come down as a heroine in the family legend. Only Leo was unmoved. “And there’s Mr. Harling, in his grand fur coat. He was awfully rich, was n’t he, mother?” “He was n’t any Rockefeller,” put in Mast... | her chair, looking over her shoulder with interested faces. Nina and Jan, after trying to see round the taller ones, quietly brought a chair, climbed up on it, and stood close together, looking. The little boy forgot his shyness and grinned delightedly when familiar faces came into view. In the group about Ántonia I wa... | sat down on the bare floor. Little Lucie whispered to me that they were going to have a parlor carpet if they got ninety cents for their wheat. Leo, with a good deal of fussing, got out his violin. It was old Mr. Shimerda’s instrument, which Ántonia had always kept, and it was too big for him. But he played very well f... | to each other in their rich old language. Ántonia held out a photograph of Lena that had come from San Francisco last Christmas. “Does she still look like that? She has n’t been home for six years now.” Yes, it was exactly like Lena, I told her; a comely woman, a trifle too plump, in a hat a trifle too large, but with ... | My Antonia |
“To this day I’m ashamed because I quarreled with Jake that way. I was saucy and impertinent to him, Leo, like you are with people sometimes, and I wish somebody had made me behave.” | Antonia | fellows, Jim?” Ántonia’s eyes filled.<|quote|>“To this day I’m ashamed because I quarreled with Jake that way. I was saucy and impertinent to him, Leo, like you are with people sometimes, and I wish somebody had made me behave.”</|quote|>“We are n’t through with | asked. “Was n’t they good fellows, Jim?” Ántonia’s eyes filled.<|quote|>“To this day I’m ashamed because I quarreled with Jake that way. I was saucy and impertinent to him, Leo, like you are with people sometimes, and I wish somebody had made me behave.”</|quote|>“We are n’t through with you, yet,” they warned me. | to Black Hawk on the first Fourth of July I spent in Nebraska. I was glad to see Jake’s grin again, and Otto’s ferocious mustaches. The young Cuzaks knew all about them. “He made grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?” Anton asked. “Was n’t they good fellows, Jim?” Ántonia’s eyes filled.<|quote|>“To this day I’m ashamed bec... | severely. Leo poked out a supple red tongue at him, but a moment later broke into a giggle at a tintype of two men, uncomfortably seated, with an awkward-looking boy in baggy clothes standing between them; Jake and Otto and I! We had it taken, I remembered, when we went to Black Hawk on the first Fourth of July I spent... | remembered well. “Is n’t she fine!” the girls murmured. They all assented. One could see that Frances had come down as a heroine in the family legend. Only Leo was unmoved. “And there’s Mr. Harling, in his grand fur coat. He was awfully rich, was n’t he, mother?” “He was n’t any Rockefeller,” put in Master Leo, in a ve... | over her shoulder with interested faces. Nina and Jan, after trying to see round the taller ones, quietly brought a chair, climbed up on it, and stood close together, looking. The little boy forgot his shyness and grinned delightedly when familiar faces came into view. In the group about Ántonia I was conscious of a ki... | the bare floor. Little Lucie whispered to me that they were going to have a parlor carpet if they got ninety cents for their wheat. Leo, with a good deal of fussing, got out his violin. It was old Mr. Shimerda’s instrument, which Ántonia had always kept, and it was too big for him. But he played very well for a self-ta... | turned out,” Ántonia remarked. “Mary Svoboda’s the best butter-maker in all this country, and a fine manager. Her children will have a grand chance.” As Ántonia turned over the pictures the young Cuzaks stood behind her chair, looking over her shoulder with interested faces. Nina and Jan, after trying to see round the ... | My Antonia |
“We are n’t through with you, yet,” | One of Antonia's children | somebody had made me behave.”<|quote|>“We are n’t through with you, yet,”</|quote|>they warned me. They produced | people sometimes, and I wish somebody had made me behave.”<|quote|>“We are n’t through with you, yet,”</|quote|>they warned me. They produced a photograph taken just before | grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?” Anton asked. “Was n’t they good fellows, Jim?” Ántonia’s eyes filled. “To this day I’m ashamed because I quarreled with Jake that way. I was saucy and impertinent to him, Leo, like you are with people sometimes, and I wish somebody had made me behave.”<|quote|>“We are n’t through with... | between them; Jake and Otto and I! We had it taken, I remembered, when we went to Black Hawk on the first Fourth of July I spent in Nebraska. I was glad to see Jake’s grin again, and Otto’s ferocious mustaches. The young Cuzaks knew all about them. “He made grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?” Anton asked. “Was n’t they ... | Harling, in his grand fur coat. He was awfully rich, was n’t he, mother?” “He was n’t any Rockefeller,” put in Master Leo, in a very low tone, which reminded me of the way in which Mrs. Shimerda had once said that my grandfather “was n’t Jesus.” His habitual skepticism was like a direct inheritance from that old woman.... | his shyness and grinned delightedly when familiar faces came into view. In the group about Ántonia I was conscious of a kind of physical harmony. They leaned this way and that, and were not afraid to touch each other. They contemplated the photographs with pleased recognition; looked at some admiringly, as if these cha... | his violin. It was old Mr. Shimerda’s instrument, which Ántonia had always kept, and it was too big for him. But he played very well for a self-taught boy. Poor Yulka’s efforts were not so successful. While they were playing, little Nina got up from her corner, came out into the middle of the floor, and began to do a p... | trying to ride the colts before they were broken, teasing the turkey gobbler, seeing just how much red the bull would stand for, or how sharp the new axe was. After the concert was over Ántonia brought out a big boxful of photographs; she and Anton in their wedding clothes, holding hands; her brother Ambrosch and his v... | My Antonia |
they warned me. They produced a photograph taken just before I went away to college; a tall youth in striped trousers and a straw hat, trying to look easy and jaunty. | No speaker | n’t through with you, yet,”<|quote|>they warned me. They produced a photograph taken just before I went away to college; a tall youth in striped trousers and a straw hat, trying to look easy and jaunty.</|quote|>“Tell us, Mr. Burden,” said | made me behave.” “We are n’t through with you, yet,”<|quote|>they warned me. They produced a photograph taken just before I went away to college; a tall youth in striped trousers and a straw hat, trying to look easy and jaunty.</|quote|>“Tell us, Mr. Burden,” said Charley, “about the rattler you | “Was n’t they good fellows, Jim?” Ántonia’s eyes filled. “To this day I’m ashamed because I quarreled with Jake that way. I was saucy and impertinent to him, Leo, like you are with people sometimes, and I wish somebody had made me behave.” “We are n’t through with you, yet,”<|quote|>they warned me. They produced a phot... | We had it taken, I remembered, when we went to Black Hawk on the first Fourth of July I spent in Nebraska. I was glad to see Jake’s grin again, and Otto’s ferocious mustaches. The young Cuzaks knew all about them. “He made grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?” Anton asked. “Was n’t they good fellows, Jim?” Ántonia’s eyes ... | was awfully rich, was n’t he, mother?” “He was n’t any Rockefeller,” put in Master Leo, in a very low tone, which reminded me of the way in which Mrs. Shimerda had once said that my grandfather “was n’t Jesus.” His habitual skepticism was like a direct inheritance from that old woman. “None of your smart speeches,” sai... | faces came into view. In the group about Ántonia I was conscious of a kind of physical harmony. They leaned this way and that, and were not afraid to touch each other. They contemplated the photographs with pleased recognition; looked at some admiringly, as if these characters in their mother’s girlhood had been remark... | instrument, which Ántonia had always kept, and it was too big for him. But he played very well for a self-taught boy. Poor Yulka’s efforts were not so successful. While they were playing, little Nina got up from her corner, came out into the middle of the floor, and began to do a pretty little dance on the boards with ... | not speak English, murmured comments to each other in their rich old language. Ántonia held out a photograph of Lena that had come from San Francisco last Christmas. “Does she still look like that? She has n’t been home for six years now.” Yes, it was exactly like Lena, I told her; a comely woman, a trifle too plump, i... | My Antonia |
“Tell us, Mr. Burden,” | One of Antonia's children | to look easy and jaunty.<|quote|>“Tell us, Mr. Burden,”</|quote|>said Charley, “about the rattler | and a straw hat, trying to look easy and jaunty.<|quote|>“Tell us, Mr. Burden,”</|quote|>said Charley, “about the rattler you killed at the dog | are with people sometimes, and I wish somebody had made me behave.” “We are n’t through with you, yet,” they warned me. They produced a photograph taken just before I went away to college; a tall youth in striped trousers and a straw hat, trying to look easy and jaunty.<|quote|>“Tell us, Mr. Burden,”</|quote|>said Char... | Otto’s ferocious mustaches. The young Cuzaks knew all about them. “He made grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?” Anton asked. “Was n’t they good fellows, Jim?” Ántonia’s eyes filled. “To this day I’m ashamed because I quarreled with Jake that way. I was saucy and impertinent to him, Leo, like you are with people sometimes... | had once said that my grandfather “was n’t Jesus.” His habitual skepticism was like a direct inheritance from that old woman. “None of your smart speeches,” said Ambrosch severely. Leo poked out a supple red tongue at him, but a moment later broke into a giggle at a tintype of two men, uncomfortably seated, with an aw... | other. They contemplated the photographs with pleased recognition; looked at some admiringly, as if these characters in their mother’s girlhood had been remarkable people. The little children, who could not speak English, murmured comments to each other in their rich old language. Ántonia held out a photograph of Lena ... | were playing, little Nina got up from her corner, came out into the middle of the floor, and began to do a pretty little dance on the boards with her bare feet. No one paid the least attention to her, and when she was through she stole back and sat down by her brother. Ántonia spoke to Leo in Bohemian. He frowned and w... | were not afraid to touch each other. They contemplated the photographs with pleased recognition; looked at some admiringly, as if these characters in their mother’s girlhood had been remarkable people. The little children, who could not speak English, murmured comments to each other in their rich old language. Ántonia ... | My Antonia |
said Charley, | No speaker | jaunty. “Tell us, Mr. Burden,”<|quote|>said Charley,</|quote|>“about the rattler you killed | trying to look easy and jaunty. “Tell us, Mr. Burden,”<|quote|>said Charley,</|quote|>“about the rattler you killed at the dog town. How | and I wish somebody had made me behave.” “We are n’t through with you, yet,” they warned me. They produced a photograph taken just before I went away to college; a tall youth in striped trousers and a straw hat, trying to look easy and jaunty. “Tell us, Mr. Burden,”<|quote|>said Charley,</|quote|>“about the rattler you... | young Cuzaks knew all about them. “He made grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?” Anton asked. “Was n’t they good fellows, Jim?” Ántonia’s eyes filled. “To this day I’m ashamed because I quarreled with Jake that way. I was saucy and impertinent to him, Leo, like you are with people sometimes, and I wish somebody had made m... | my grandfather “was n’t Jesus.” His habitual skepticism was like a direct inheritance from that old woman. “None of your smart speeches,” said Ambrosch severely. Leo poked out a supple red tongue at him, but a moment later broke into a giggle at a tintype of two men, uncomfortably seated, with an awkward-looking boy i... | photographs with pleased recognition; looked at some admiringly, as if these characters in their mother’s girlhood had been remarkable people. The little children, who could not speak English, murmured comments to each other in their rich old language. Ántonia held out a photograph of Lena that had come from San Franci... | got up from her corner, came out into the middle of the floor, and began to do a pretty little dance on the boards with her bare feet. No one paid the least attention to her, and when she was through she stole back and sat down by her brother. Ántonia spoke to Leo in Bohemian. He frowned and wrinkled up his face. He se... | assented. One could see that Frances had come down as a heroine in the family legend. Only Leo was unmoved. “And there’s Mr. Harling, in his grand fur coat. He was awfully rich, was n’t he, mother?” “He was n’t any Rockefeller,” put in Master Leo, in a very low tone, which reminded me of the way in which Mrs. Shimerda ... | My Antonia |
“about the rattler you killed at the dog town. How long was he? Sometimes mother says six feet and sometimes she says five.” | One of Antonia's children | us, Mr. Burden,” said Charley,<|quote|>“about the rattler you killed at the dog town. How long was he? Sometimes mother says six feet and sometimes she says five.”</|quote|>These children seemed to be | look easy and jaunty. “Tell us, Mr. Burden,” said Charley,<|quote|>“about the rattler you killed at the dog town. How long was he? Sometimes mother says six feet and sometimes she says five.”</|quote|>These children seemed to be upon very much the same | wish somebody had made me behave.” “We are n’t through with you, yet,” they warned me. They produced a photograph taken just before I went away to college; a tall youth in striped trousers and a straw hat, trying to look easy and jaunty. “Tell us, Mr. Burden,” said Charley,<|quote|>“about the rattler you killed at the ... | knew all about them. “He made grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?” Anton asked. “Was n’t they good fellows, Jim?” Ántonia’s eyes filled. “To this day I’m ashamed because I quarreled with Jake that way. I was saucy and impertinent to him, Leo, like you are with people sometimes, and I wish somebody had made me behave.” “W... | “was n’t Jesus.” His habitual skepticism was like a direct inheritance from that old woman. “None of your smart speeches,” said Ambrosch severely. Leo poked out a supple red tongue at him, but a moment later broke into a giggle at a tintype of two men, uncomfortably seated, with an awkward-looking boy in baggy clothes... | pleased recognition; looked at some admiringly, as if these characters in their mother’s girlhood had been remarkable people. The little children, who could not speak English, murmured comments to each other in their rich old language. Ántonia held out a photograph of Lena that had come from San Francisco last Christma... | from her corner, came out into the middle of the floor, and began to do a pretty little dance on the boards with her bare feet. No one paid the least attention to her, and when she was through she stole back and sat down by her brother. Ántonia spoke to Leo in Bohemian. He frowned and wrinkled up his face. He seemed to... | old lazy eyes, and the old dimpled ingenuousness still lurking at the corners of her mouth. There was a picture of Frances Harling in a be-frogged riding costume that I remembered well. “Is n’t she fine!” the girls murmured. They all assented. One could see that Frances had come down as a heroine in the family legend. ... | My Antonia |
These children seemed to be upon very much the same terms with Ántonia as the Harling children had been so many years before. They seemed to feel the same pride in her, and to look to her for stories and entertainment as we used to do. It was eleven o’clock when I at last took my bag and some blankets and started for ... | No speaker | and sometimes she says five.”<|quote|>These children seemed to be upon very much the same terms with Ántonia as the Harling children had been so many years before. They seemed to feel the same pride in her, and to look to her for stories and entertainment as we used to do. It was eleven o’clock when I at last took my ... | Sometimes mother says six feet and sometimes she says five.”<|quote|>These children seemed to be upon very much the same terms with Ántonia as the Harling children had been so many years before. They seemed to feel the same pride in her, and to look to her for stories and entertainment as we used to do. It was eleven ... | I went away to college; a tall youth in striped trousers and a straw hat, trying to look easy and jaunty. “Tell us, Mr. Burden,” said Charley, “about the rattler you killed at the dog town. How long was he? Sometimes mother says six feet and sometimes she says five.”<|quote|>These children seemed to be upon very much t... | this day I’m ashamed because I quarreled with Jake that way. I was saucy and impertinent to him, Leo, like you are with people sometimes, and I wish somebody had made me behave.” “We are n’t through with you, yet,” they warned me. They produced a photograph taken just before I went away to college; a tall youth in stri... | Leo poked out a supple red tongue at him, but a moment later broke into a giggle at a tintype of two men, uncomfortably seated, with an awkward-looking boy in baggy clothes standing between them; Jake and Otto and I! We had it taken, I remembered, when we went to Black Hawk on the first Fourth of July I spent in Nebras... | not speak English, murmured comments to each other in their rich old language. Ántonia held out a photograph of Lena that had come from San Francisco last Christmas. “Does she still look like that? She has n’t been home for six years now.” Yes, it was exactly like Lena, I told her; a comely woman, a trifle too plump, i... | her bare feet. No one paid the least attention to her, and when she was through she stole back and sat down by her brother. Ántonia spoke to Leo in Bohemian. He frowned and wrinkled up his face. He seemed to be trying to pout, but his attempt only brought out dimples in unusual places. After twisting and screwing the k... | country, and a fine manager. Her children will have a grand chance.” As Ántonia turned over the pictures the young Cuzaks stood behind her chair, looking over her shoulder with interested faces. Nina and Jan, after trying to see round the taller ones, quietly brought a chair, climbed up on it, and stood close together,... | My Antonia |
“This old fellow is no different from other people. He does n’t know my secret.” | One of Antonia's children | droll; it dismissed me lightly.<|quote|>“This old fellow is no different from other people. He does n’t know my secret.”</|quote|>He seemed conscious of possessing | the light. His expression was droll; it dismissed me lightly.<|quote|>“This old fellow is no different from other people. He does n’t know my secret.”</|quote|>He seemed conscious of possessing a keener power of enjoyment | dried flowers with his toes and brandished them in the belt of sunlight. After he had amused himself thus for some time, he rose on one elbow and began to look at me, cautiously, then critically, blinking his eyes in the light. His expression was droll; it dismissed me lightly.<|quote|>“This old fellow is no different ... | awake and was tickling his brother’s leg with a dried cone-flower he had pulled out of the hay. Ambrosch kicked at him and turned over. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Leo lay on his back, elevated one foot, and began exercising his toes. He picked up dried flowers with his toes and brandished them in the ... | a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last. All the strong things of her heart came out in her body, that had been so tireless in serving generous emotions. It was no wonder that her sons stood tall and straight. She was a rich mine of life... | about Anna’s solicitude for her, Ambrosch’s grave affection, Leo’s jealous, animal little love. That moment, when they all came tumbling out of the cave into the light, was a sight any man might have come far to see. Ántonia had always been one to leave images in the mind that did not fade—that grew stronger with time.... | men, uncomfortably seated, with an awkward-looking boy in baggy clothes standing between them; Jake and Otto and I! We had it taken, I remembered, when we went to Black Hawk on the first Fourth of July I spent in Nebraska. I was glad to see Jake’s grin again, and Otto’s ferocious mustaches. The young Cuzaks knew all ab... | stars. Ambrosch and Leo cuddled up in a hay-cave, back under the eaves, and lay giggling and whispering. They tickled each other and tossed and tumbled in the hay; and then, all at once, as if they had been shot, they were still. There was hardly a minute between giggles and bland slumber. I lay awake for a long while,... | My Antonia |
He seemed conscious of possessing a keener power of enjoyment than other people; his quick recognitions made him frantically impatient of deliberate judgments. He always knew what he wanted without thinking. After dressing in the hay, I washed my face in cold water at the windmill. Breakfast was ready when I entered t... | No speaker | does n’t know my secret.”<|quote|>He seemed conscious of possessing a keener power of enjoyment than other people; his quick recognitions made him frantically impatient of deliberate judgments. He always knew what he wanted without thinking. After dressing in the hay, I washed my face in cold water at the windmill. Br... | different from other people. He does n’t know my secret.”<|quote|>He seemed conscious of possessing a keener power of enjoyment than other people; his quick recognitions made him frantically impatient of deliberate judgments. He always knew what he wanted without thinking. After dressing in the hay, I washed my face i... | had amused himself thus for some time, he rose on one elbow and began to look at me, cautiously, then critically, blinking his eyes in the light. His expression was droll; it dismissed me lightly. “This old fellow is no different from other people. He does n’t know my secret.”<|quote|>He seemed conscious of possessing ... | of the hay. Ambrosch kicked at him and turned over. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Leo lay on his back, elevated one foot, and began exercising his toes. He picked up dried flowers with his toes and brandished them in the belt of sunlight. After he had amused himself thus for some time, he rose on one elb... | goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last. All the strong things of her heart came out in her body, that had been so tireless in serving generous emotions. It was no wonder that her sons stood tall and straight. She was a rich mine of life, like the founders of early races. II WHEN I awoke in the morning ... | when they all came tumbling out of the cave into the light, was a sight any man might have come far to see. Ántonia had always been one to leave images in the mind that did not fade—that grew stronger with time. In my memory there was a succession of such pictures, fixed there like the old woodcuts of one’s first prime... | Otto and I! We had it taken, I remembered, when we went to Black Hawk on the first Fourth of July I spent in Nebraska. I was glad to see Jake’s grin again, and Otto’s ferocious mustaches. The young Cuzaks knew all about them. “He made grandfather’s coffin, did n’t he?” Anton asked. “Was n’t they good fellows, Jim?” Ánt... | had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last. All the strong things of her heart came out in her body, that had been so tireless in serving generous emotions. It was no wonder that her sons... | My Antonia |
“We’ll only have a lunch at noon,” | Antonia | Wilber on the noon train.<|quote|>“We’ll only have a lunch at noon,”</|quote|>Ántonia said, “and cook the | father, who would return from Wilber on the noon train.<|quote|>“We’ll only have a lunch at noon,”</|quote|>Ántonia said, “and cook the geese for supper, when our | in cold water at the windmill. Breakfast was ready when I entered the kitchen, and Yulka was baking griddle-cakes. The three older boys set off for the fields early. Leo and Yulka were to drive to town to meet their father, who would return from Wilber on the noon train.<|quote|>“We’ll only have a lunch at noon,”</|quo... | different from other people. He does n’t know my secret.” He seemed conscious of possessing a keener power of enjoyment than other people; his quick recognitions made him frantically impatient of deliberate judgments. He always knew what he wanted without thinking. After dressing in the hay, I washed my face in cold w... | brother’s leg with a dried cone-flower he had pulled out of the hay. Ambrosch kicked at him and turned over. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Leo lay on his back, elevated one foot, and began exercising his toes. He picked up dried flowers with his toes and brandished them in the belt of sunlight. After he ... | as she stood by her father’s grave in the snowstorm; Ántonia coming in with her work-team along the evening sky-line. She lent herself to immemorial human attitudes which we recognize by instinct as universal and true. I had not been mistaken. She was a battered woman now, not a lovely girl; but she still had that some... | wish somebody had made me behave.” “We are n’t through with you, yet,” they warned me. They produced a photograph taken just before I went away to college; a tall youth in striped trousers and a straw hat, trying to look easy and jaunty. “Tell us, Mr. Burden,” said Charley, “about the rattler you killed at the dog town... | leave images in the mind that did not fade—that grew stronger with time. In my memory there was a succession of such pictures, fixed there like the old woodcuts of one’s first primer: Ántonia kicking her bare legs against the sides of my pony when we came home in triumph with our snake; Ántonia in her black shawl and f... | My Antonia |
Ántonia said, | No speaker | have a lunch at noon,”<|quote|>Ántonia said,</|quote|>“and cook the geese for | the noon train. “We’ll only have a lunch at noon,”<|quote|>Ántonia said,</|quote|>“and cook the geese for supper, when our papa will | was ready when I entered the kitchen, and Yulka was baking griddle-cakes. The three older boys set off for the fields early. Leo and Yulka were to drive to town to meet their father, who would return from Wilber on the noon train. “We’ll only have a lunch at noon,”<|quote|>Ántonia said,</|quote|>“and cook the geese for... | know my secret.” He seemed conscious of possessing a keener power of enjoyment than other people; his quick recognitions made him frantically impatient of deliberate judgments. He always knew what he wanted without thinking. After dressing in the hay, I washed my face in cold water at the windmill. Breakfast was ready... | had pulled out of the hay. Ambrosch kicked at him and turned over. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Leo lay on his back, elevated one foot, and began exercising his toes. He picked up dried flowers with his toes and brandished them in the belt of sunlight. After he had amused himself thus for some time, he ... | in the snowstorm; Ántonia coming in with her work-team along the evening sky-line. She lent herself to immemorial human attitudes which we recognize by instinct as universal and true. I had not been mistaken. She was a battered woman now, not a lovely girl; but she still had that something which fires the imagination, ... | are n’t through with you, yet,” they warned me. They produced a photograph taken just before I went away to college; a tall youth in striped trousers and a straw hat, trying to look easy and jaunty. “Tell us, Mr. Burden,” said Charley, “about the rattler you killed at the dog town. How long was he? Sometimes mother say... | Ántonia coming in with her work-team along the evening sky-line. She lent herself to immemorial human attitudes which we recognize by instinct as universal and true. I had not been mistaken. She was a battered woman now, not a lovely girl; but she still had that something which fires the imagination, could still stop o... | My Antonia |
“and cook the geese for supper, when our papa will be here. I wish my Martha could come down to see you. They have a Ford car now, and she don’t seem so far away from me as she used to. But her husband’s crazy about his farm and about having everything just right, and they almost never get away except on Sundays. He’s ... | Antonia | lunch at noon,” Ántonia said,<|quote|>“and cook the geese for supper, when our papa will be here. I wish my Martha could come down to see you. They have a Ford car now, and she don’t seem so far away from me as she used to. But her husband’s crazy about his farm and about having everything just right, and they almost n... | train. “We’ll only have a lunch at noon,” Ántonia said,<|quote|>“and cook the geese for supper, when our papa will be here. I wish my Martha could come down to see you. They have a Ford car now, and she don’t seem so far away from me as she used to. But her husband’s crazy about his farm and about having everything jus... | when I entered the kitchen, and Yulka was baking griddle-cakes. The three older boys set off for the fields early. Leo and Yulka were to drive to town to meet their father, who would return from Wilber on the noon train. “We’ll only have a lunch at noon,” Ántonia said,<|quote|>“and cook the geese for supper, when our p... | secret.” He seemed conscious of possessing a keener power of enjoyment than other people; his quick recognitions made him frantically impatient of deliberate judgments. He always knew what he wanted without thinking. After dressing in the hay, I washed my face in cold water at the windmill. Breakfast was ready when I ... | out of the hay. Ambrosch kicked at him and turned over. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Leo lay on his back, elevated one foot, and began exercising his toes. He picked up dried flowers with his toes and brandished them in the belt of sunlight. After he had amused himself thus for some time, he rose on one... | snowstorm; Ántonia coming in with her work-team along the evening sky-line. She lent herself to immemorial human attitudes which we recognize by instinct as universal and true. I had not been mistaken. She was a battered woman now, not a lovely girl; but she still had that something which fires the imagination, could s... | through with you, yet,” they warned me. They produced a photograph taken just before I went away to college; a tall youth in striped trousers and a straw hat, trying to look easy and jaunty. “Tell us, Mr. Burden,” said Charley, “about the rattler you killed at the dog town. How long was he? Sometimes mother says six fe... | while, until the slow-moving moon passed my window on its way up the heavens. I was thinking about Ántonia and her children; about Anna’s solicitude for her, Ambrosch’s grave affection, Leo’s jealous, animal little love. That moment, when they all came tumbling out of the cave into the light, was a sight any man might ... | My Antonia |
We were alone in the kitchen, except for Anna, who was pouring cream into the churn. She looked up at me. | No speaker | putting her into her coffin.”<|quote|>We were alone in the kitchen, except for Anna, who was pouring cream into the churn. She looked up at me.</|quote|>“Yes, she did. We were | I cried like I was putting her into her coffin.”<|quote|>We were alone in the kitchen, except for Anna, who was pouring cream into the churn. She looked up at me.</|quote|>“Yes, she did. We were just ashamed of mother. She | hold of turns out well. When they bring that baby in here, and unwrap him, he looks like a little prince; Martha takes care of him so beautiful. I’m reconciled to her being away from me now, but at first I cried like I was putting her into her coffin.”<|quote|>We were alone in the kitchen, except for Anna, who was pour... | car now, and she don’t seem so far away from me as she used to. But her husband’s crazy about his farm and about having everything just right, and they almost never get away except on Sundays. He’s a handsome boy, and he’ll be rich some day. Everything he takes hold of turns out well. When they bring that baby in here,... | knew what he wanted without thinking. After dressing in the hay, I washed my face in cold water at the windmill. Breakfast was ready when I entered the kitchen, and Yulka was baking griddle-cakes. The three older boys set off for the fields early. Leo and Yulka were to drive to town to meet their father, who would retu... | tireless in serving generous emotions. It was no wonder that her sons stood tall and straight. She was a rich mine of life, like the founders of early races. II WHEN I awoke in the morning long bands of sunshine were coming in at the window and reaching back under the eaves where the two boys lay. Leo was wide awake an... | for the barn with the boys. Their mother came to the door with us, and we tarried for a moment to look out at the white slope of the corral and the two ponds asleep in the moonlight, and the long sweep of the pasture under the star-sprinkled sky. The boys told me to choose my own place in the haymow, and I lay down bef... | and brandished them in the belt of sunlight. After he had amused himself thus for some time, he rose on one elbow and began to look at me, cautiously, then critically, blinking his eyes in the light. His expression was droll; it dismissed me lightly. “This old fellow is no different from other people. He does n’t know ... | My Antonia |
“Yes, she did. We were just ashamed of mother. She went round crying, when Martha was so happy, and the rest of us were all glad. Joe certainly was patient with you, mother.” | One of Antonia's children | She looked up at me.<|quote|>“Yes, she did. We were just ashamed of mother. She went round crying, when Martha was so happy, and the rest of us were all glad. Joe certainly was patient with you, mother.”</|quote|>Ántonia nodded and smiled at | pouring cream into the churn. She looked up at me.<|quote|>“Yes, she did. We were just ashamed of mother. She went round crying, when Martha was so happy, and the rest of us were all glad. Joe certainly was patient with you, mother.”</|quote|>Ántonia nodded and smiled at herself. “I know it was | Martha takes care of him so beautiful. I’m reconciled to her being away from me now, but at first I cried like I was putting her into her coffin.” We were alone in the kitchen, except for Anna, who was pouring cream into the churn. She looked up at me.<|quote|>“Yes, she did. We were just ashamed of mother. She went rou... | farm and about having everything just right, and they almost never get away except on Sundays. He’s a handsome boy, and he’ll be rich some day. Everything he takes hold of turns out well. When they bring that baby in here, and unwrap him, he looks like a little prince; Martha takes care of him so beautiful. I’m reconci... | Breakfast was ready when I entered the kitchen, and Yulka was baking griddle-cakes. The three older boys set off for the fields early. Leo and Yulka were to drive to town to meet their father, who would return from Wilber on the noon train. “We’ll only have a lunch at noon,” Ántonia said, “and cook the geese for supper... | of life, like the founders of early races. II WHEN I awoke in the morning long bands of sunshine were coming in at the window and reaching back under the eaves where the two boys lay. Leo was wide awake and was tickling his brother’s leg with a dried cone-flower he had pulled out of the hay. Ambrosch kicked at him and ... | look out at the white slope of the corral and the two ponds asleep in the moonlight, and the long sweep of the pasture under the star-sprinkled sky. The boys told me to choose my own place in the haymow, and I lay down before a big window, left open in warm weather, that looked out into the stars. Ambrosch and Leo cudd... | other people. He does n’t know my secret.” He seemed conscious of possessing a keener power of enjoyment than other people; his quick recognitions made him frantically impatient of deliberate judgments. He always knew what he wanted without thinking. After dressing in the hay, I washed my face in cold water at the win... | My Antonia |
Ántonia nodded and smiled at herself. | No speaker | was patient with you, mother.”<|quote|>Ántonia nodded and smiled at herself.</|quote|>“I know it was silly, | were all glad. Joe certainly was patient with you, mother.”<|quote|>Ántonia nodded and smiled at herself.</|quote|>“I know it was silly, but I could n’t help | the kitchen, except for Anna, who was pouring cream into the churn. She looked up at me. “Yes, she did. We were just ashamed of mother. She went round crying, when Martha was so happy, and the rest of us were all glad. Joe certainly was patient with you, mother.”<|quote|>Ántonia nodded and smiled at herself.</|quote|>“... | well. When they bring that baby in here, and unwrap him, he looks like a little prince; Martha takes care of him so beautiful. I’m reconciled to her being away from me now, but at first I cried like I was putting her into her coffin.” We were alone in the kitchen, except for Anna, who was pouring cream into the churn. ... | their father, who would return from Wilber on the noon train. “We’ll only have a lunch at noon,” Ántonia said, “and cook the geese for supper, when our papa will be here. I wish my Martha could come down to see you. They have a Ford car now, and she don’t seem so far away from me as she used to. But her husband’s crazy... | two boys lay. Leo was wide awake and was tickling his brother’s leg with a dried cone-flower he had pulled out of the hay. Ambrosch kicked at him and turned over. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Leo lay on his back, elevated one foot, and began exercising his toes. He picked up dried flowers with his toes ... | choose my own place in the haymow, and I lay down before a big window, left open in warm weather, that looked out into the stars. Ambrosch and Leo cuddled up in a hay-cave, back under the eaves, and lay giggling and whispering. They tickled each other and tossed and tumbled in the hay; and then, all at once, as if they... | on his back, elevated one foot, and began exercising his toes. He picked up dried flowers with his toes and brandished them in the belt of sunlight. After he had amused himself thus for some time, he rose on one elbow and began to look at me, cautiously, then critically, blinking his eyes in the light. His expression w... | My Antonia |
“I know it was silly, but I could n’t help it. I wanted her right here. She’d never been away from me a night since she was born. If Anton had made trouble about her when she was a baby, or wanted me to leave her with my mother, I would n’t have married him. I could n’t. But he always loved her like she was his own.” | Antonia | nodded and smiled at herself.<|quote|>“I know it was silly, but I could n’t help it. I wanted her right here. She’d never been away from me a night since she was born. If Anton had made trouble about her when she was a baby, or wanted me to leave her with my mother, I would n’t have married him. I could n’t. But he alw... | patient with you, mother.” Ántonia nodded and smiled at herself.<|quote|>“I know it was silly, but I could n’t help it. I wanted her right here. She’d never been away from me a night since she was born. If Anton had made trouble about her when she was a baby, or wanted me to leave her with my mother, I would n’t have m... | was pouring cream into the churn. She looked up at me. “Yes, she did. We were just ashamed of mother. She went round crying, when Martha was so happy, and the rest of us were all glad. Joe certainly was patient with you, mother.” Ántonia nodded and smiled at herself.<|quote|>“I know it was silly, but I could n’t help i... | in here, and unwrap him, he looks like a little prince; Martha takes care of him so beautiful. I’m reconciled to her being away from me now, but at first I cried like I was putting her into her coffin.” We were alone in the kitchen, except for Anna, who was pouring cream into the churn. She looked up at me. “Yes, she d... | Wilber on the noon train. “We’ll only have a lunch at noon,” Ántonia said, “and cook the geese for supper, when our papa will be here. I wish my Martha could come down to see you. They have a Ford car now, and she don’t seem so far away from me as she used to. But her husband’s crazy about his farm and about having eve... | awake and was tickling his brother’s leg with a dried cone-flower he had pulled out of the hay. Ambrosch kicked at him and turned over. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Leo lay on his back, elevated one foot, and began exercising his toes. He picked up dried flowers with his toes and brandished them in the ... | haymow, and I lay down before a big window, left open in warm weather, that looked out into the stars. Ambrosch and Leo cuddled up in a hay-cave, back under the eaves, and lay giggling and whispering. They tickled each other and tossed and tumbled in the hay; and then, all at once, as if they had been shot, they were s... | crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last. All the strong things of her heart came out in her body, that had been so tireless in serving generous emotions. It was no wonder that her sons stood tall and straight. She was a rich mine of life, like th... | My Antonia |
“I did n’t even know Martha was n’t my full sister until after she was engaged to Joe,” | One of Antonia's children | like she was his own.”<|quote|>“I did n’t even know Martha was n’t my full sister until after she was engaged to Joe,”</|quote|>Anna told me. Toward the | But he always loved her like she was his own.”<|quote|>“I did n’t even know Martha was n’t my full sister until after she was engaged to Joe,”</|quote|>Anna told me. Toward the middle of the afternoon the | been away from me a night since she was born. If Anton had made trouble about her when she was a baby, or wanted me to leave her with my mother, I would n’t have married him. I could n’t. But he always loved her like she was his own.”<|quote|>“I did n’t even know Martha was n’t my full sister until after she was engage... | of mother. She went round crying, when Martha was so happy, and the rest of us were all glad. Joe certainly was patient with you, mother.” Ántonia nodded and smiled at herself. “I know it was silly, but I could n’t help it. I wanted her right here. She’d never been away from me a night since she was born. If Anton had ... | and they almost never get away except on Sundays. He’s a handsome boy, and he’ll be rich some day. Everything he takes hold of turns out well. When they bring that baby in here, and unwrap him, he looks like a little prince; Martha takes care of him so beautiful. I’m reconciled to her being away from me now, but at fir... | thus for some time, he rose on one elbow and began to look at me, cautiously, then critically, blinking his eyes in the light. His expression was droll; it dismissed me lightly. “This old fellow is no different from other people. He does n’t know my secret.” He seemed conscious of possessing a keener power of enjoyment... | giggles and bland slumber. I lay awake for a long while, until the slow-moving moon passed my window on its way up the heavens. I was thinking about Ántonia and her children; about Anna’s solicitude for her, Ambrosch’s grave affection, Leo’s jealous, animal little love. That moment, when they all came tumbling out of t... | He picked up dried flowers with his toes and brandished them in the belt of sunlight. After he had amused himself thus for some time, he rose on one elbow and began to look at me, cautiously, then critically, blinking his eyes in the light. His expression was droll; it dismissed me lightly. “This old fellow is no diffe... | My Antonia |
Anna told me. Toward the middle of the afternoon the wagon drove in, with the father and the eldest son. I was smoking in the orchard, and as I went out to meet them, Ántonia came running down from the house and hugged the two men as if they had been away for months. | No speaker | she was engaged to Joe,”<|quote|>Anna told me. Toward the middle of the afternoon the wagon drove in, with the father and the eldest son. I was smoking in the orchard, and as I went out to meet them, Ántonia came running down from the house and hugged the two men as if they had been away for months.</|quote|>“Papa” in... | my full sister until after she was engaged to Joe,”<|quote|>Anna told me. Toward the middle of the afternoon the wagon drove in, with the father and the eldest son. I was smoking in the orchard, and as I went out to meet them, Ántonia came running down from the house and hugged the two men as if they had been away for... | she was a baby, or wanted me to leave her with my mother, I would n’t have married him. I could n’t. But he always loved her like she was his own.” “I did n’t even know Martha was n’t my full sister until after she was engaged to Joe,”<|quote|>Anna told me. Toward the middle of the afternoon the wagon drove in, with t... | glad. Joe certainly was patient with you, mother.” Ántonia nodded and smiled at herself. “I know it was silly, but I could n’t help it. I wanted her right here. She’d never been away from me a night since she was born. If Anton had made trouble about her when she was a baby, or wanted me to leave her with my mother, I ... | day. Everything he takes hold of turns out well. When they bring that baby in here, and unwrap him, he looks like a little prince; Martha takes care of him so beautiful. I’m reconciled to her being away from me now, but at first I cried like I was putting her into her coffin.” We were alone in the kitchen, except for A... | blinking his eyes in the light. His expression was droll; it dismissed me lightly. “This old fellow is no different from other people. He does n’t know my secret.” He seemed conscious of possessing a keener power of enjoyment than other people; his quick recognitions made him frantically impatient of deliberate judgmen... | on its way up the heavens. I was thinking about Ántonia and her children; about Anna’s solicitude for her, Ambrosch’s grave affection, Leo’s jealous, animal little love. That moment, when they all came tumbling out of the cave into the light, was a sight any man might have come far to see. Ántonia had always been one t... | it dismissed me lightly. “This old fellow is no different from other people. He does n’t know my secret.” He seemed conscious of possessing a keener power of enjoyment than other people; his quick recognitions made him frantically impatient of deliberate judgments. He always knew what he wanted without thinking. After... | My Antonia |
“Papa” | No speaker | had been away for months.<|quote|>“Papa”</|quote|>interested me, from my first | two men as if they had been away for months.<|quote|>“Papa”</|quote|>interested me, from my first glimpse of him. He was | the middle of the afternoon the wagon drove in, with the father and the eldest son. I was smoking in the orchard, and as I went out to meet them, Ántonia came running down from the house and hugged the two men as if they had been away for months.<|quote|>“Papa”</|quote|>interested me, from my first glimpse of him. He w... | or wanted me to leave her with my mother, I would n’t have married him. I could n’t. But he always loved her like she was his own.” “I did n’t even know Martha was n’t my full sister until after she was engaged to Joe,” Anna told me. Toward the middle of the afternoon the wagon drove in, with the father and the eldest... | We were alone in the kitchen, except for Anna, who was pouring cream into the churn. She looked up at me. “Yes, she did. We were just ashamed of mother. She went round crying, when Martha was so happy, and the rest of us were all glad. Joe certainly was patient with you, mother.” Ántonia nodded and smiled at herself. “... | knew what he wanted without thinking. After dressing in the hay, I washed my face in cold water at the windmill. Breakfast was ready when I entered the kitchen, and Yulka was baking griddle-cakes. The three older boys set off for the fields early. Leo and Yulka were to drive to town to meet their father, who would retu... | always been one to leave images in the mind that did not fade—that grew stronger with time. In my memory there was a succession of such pictures, fixed there like the old woodcuts of one’s first primer: Ántonia kicking her bare legs against the sides of my pony when we came home in triumph with our snake; Ántonia in he... | have a lunch at noon,” Ántonia said, “and cook the geese for supper, when our papa will be here. I wish my Martha could come down to see you. They have a Ford car now, and she don’t seem so far away from me as she used to. But her husband’s crazy about his farm and about having everything just right, and they almost ne... | My Antonia |
interested me, from my first glimpse of him. He was shorter than his older sons; a crumpled little man, with run-over boot heels, and he carried one shoulder higher than the other. But he moved very quickly, and there was an air of jaunty liveliness about him. He had a strong, ruddy color, thick black hair, a little gr... | No speaker | been away for months. “Papa”<|quote|>interested me, from my first glimpse of him. He was shorter than his older sons; a crumpled little man, with run-over boot heels, and he carried one shoulder higher than the other. But he moved very quickly, and there was an air of jaunty liveliness about him. He had a strong, ruddy... | men as if they had been away for months. “Papa”<|quote|>interested me, from my first glimpse of him. He was shorter than his older sons; a crumpled little man, with run-over boot heels, and he carried one shoulder higher than the other. But he moved very quickly, and there was an air of jaunty liveliness about him. He ... | middle of the afternoon the wagon drove in, with the father and the eldest son. I was smoking in the orchard, and as I went out to meet them, Ántonia came running down from the house and hugged the two men as if they had been away for months. “Papa”<|quote|>interested me, from my first glimpse of him. He was shorter th... | wanted me to leave her with my mother, I would n’t have married him. I could n’t. But he always loved her like she was his own.” “I did n’t even know Martha was n’t my full sister until after she was engaged to Joe,” Anna told me. Toward the middle of the afternoon the wagon drove in, with the father and the eldest so... | were alone in the kitchen, except for Anna, who was pouring cream into the churn. She looked up at me. “Yes, she did. We were just ashamed of mother. She went round crying, when Martha was so happy, and the rest of us were all glad. Joe certainly was patient with you, mother.” Ántonia nodded and smiled at herself. “I k... | what he wanted without thinking. After dressing in the hay, I washed my face in cold water at the windmill. Breakfast was ready when I entered the kitchen, and Yulka was baking griddle-cakes. The three older boys set off for the fields early. Leo and Yulka were to drive to town to meet their father, who would return fr... | been one to leave images in the mind that did not fade—that grew stronger with time. In my memory there was a succession of such pictures, fixed there like the old woodcuts of one’s first primer: Ántonia kicking her bare legs against the sides of my pony when we came home in triumph with our snake; Ántonia in her black... | is no different from other people. He does n’t know my secret.” He seemed conscious of possessing a keener power of enjoyment than other people; his quick recognitions made him frantically impatient of deliberate judgments. He always knew what he wanted without thinking. After dressing in the hay, I washed my face in ... | My Antonia |
“Mama, I wish you had see the lady dance on the slack-wire in the street at night. They throw a bright light on her and she float through the air something beautiful, like a bird! They have a dancing bear, like in the old country, and two three merry-go-around, and people in balloons, and what you call the big wheel, R... | Cuzak | politeness he spoke in English.<|quote|>“Mama, I wish you had see the lady dance on the slack-wire in the street at night. They throw a bright light on her and she float through the air something beautiful, like a bird! They have a dancing bear, like in the old country, and two three merry-go-around, and people in ball... | to talk about his holiday—from politeness he spoke in English.<|quote|>“Mama, I wish you had see the lady dance on the slack-wire in the street at night. They throw a bright light on her and she float through the air something beautiful, like a bird! They have a dancing bear, like in the old country, and two three merr... | coated with hair. He wore his Sunday clothes, very thick and hot for the weather, an unstarched white shirt, and a blue necktie with big white dots, like a little boy’s, tied in a flowing bow. Cuzak began at once to talk about his holiday—from politeness he spoke in English.<|quote|>“Mama, I wish you had see the lady d... | all about me. He looked like a humorous philosopher who had hitched up one shoulder under the burdens of life, and gone on his way having a good time when he could. He advanced to meet me and gave me a hard hand, burned red on the back and heavily coated with hair. He wore his Sunday clothes, very thick and hot for the... | if they had been away for months. “Papa” interested me, from my first glimpse of him. He was shorter than his older sons; a crumpled little man, with run-over boot heels, and he carried one shoulder higher than the other. But he moved very quickly, and there was an air of jaunty liveliness about him. He had a strong, r... | I was putting her into her coffin.” We were alone in the kitchen, except for Anna, who was pouring cream into the churn. She looked up at me. “Yes, she did. We were just ashamed of mother. She went round crying, when Martha was so happy, and the rest of us were all glad. Joe certainly was patient with you, mother.” Ánt... | in her body, that had been so tireless in serving generous emotions. It was no wonder that her sons stood tall and straight. She was a rich mine of life, like the founders of early races. II WHEN I awoke in the morning long bands of sunshine were coming in at the window and reaching back under the eaves where the two b... | went out to meet them, Ántonia came running down from the house and hugged the two men as if they had been away for months. “Papa” interested me, from my first glimpse of him. He was shorter than his older sons; a crumpled little man, with run-over boot heels, and he carried one shoulder higher than the other. But he m... | My Antonia |
“A Ferris wheel,” | One of Antonia's children | call the big wheel, Rudolph?”<|quote|>“A Ferris wheel,”</|quote|>Rudolph entered the conversation in | in balloons, and what you call the big wheel, Rudolph?”<|quote|>“A Ferris wheel,”</|quote|>Rudolph entered the conversation in a deep baritone voice. He | slack-wire in the street at night. They throw a bright light on her and she float through the air something beautiful, like a bird! They have a dancing bear, like in the old country, and two three merry-go-around, and people in balloons, and what you call the big wheel, Rudolph?”<|quote|>“A Ferris wheel,”</|quote|>Rudo... | hot for the weather, an unstarched white shirt, and a blue necktie with big white dots, like a little boy’s, tied in a flowing bow. Cuzak began at once to talk about his holiday—from politeness he spoke in English. “Mama, I wish you had see the lady dance on the slack-wire in the street at night. They throw a bright li... | thick black hair, a little grizzled, a curly mustache, and red lips. His smile showed the strong teeth of which his wife was so proud, and as he saw me his lively, quizzical eyes told me that he knew all about me. He looked like a humorous philosopher who had hitched up one shoulder under the burdens of life, and gone ... | Ántonia nodded and smiled at herself. “I know it was silly, but I could n’t help it. I wanted her right here. She’d never been away from me a night since she was born. If Anton had made trouble about her when she was a baby, or wanted me to leave her with my mother, I would n’t have married him. I could n’t. But he alw... | two boys lay. Leo was wide awake and was tickling his brother’s leg with a dried cone-flower he had pulled out of the hay. Ambrosch kicked at him and turned over. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Leo lay on his back, elevated one foot, and began exercising his toes. He picked up dried flowers with his toes ... | you. They have a Ford car now, and she don’t seem so far away from me as she used to. But her husband’s crazy about his farm and about having everything just right, and they almost never get away except on Sundays. He’s a handsome boy, and he’ll be rich some day. Everything he takes hold of turns out well. When they br... | My Antonia |
Rudolph entered the conversation in a deep baritone voice. He was six foot two, and had a chest like a young blacksmith. | No speaker | wheel, Rudolph?” “A Ferris wheel,”<|quote|>Rudolph entered the conversation in a deep baritone voice. He was six foot two, and had a chest like a young blacksmith.</|quote|>“We went to the big | what you call the big wheel, Rudolph?” “A Ferris wheel,”<|quote|>Rudolph entered the conversation in a deep baritone voice. He was six foot two, and had a chest like a young blacksmith.</|quote|>“We went to the big dance in the hall behind | street at night. They throw a bright light on her and she float through the air something beautiful, like a bird! They have a dancing bear, like in the old country, and two three merry-go-around, and people in balloons, and what you call the big wheel, Rudolph?” “A Ferris wheel,”<|quote|>Rudolph entered the conversatio... | weather, an unstarched white shirt, and a blue necktie with big white dots, like a little boy’s, tied in a flowing bow. Cuzak began at once to talk about his holiday—from politeness he spoke in English. “Mama, I wish you had see the lady dance on the slack-wire in the street at night. They throw a bright light on her a... | a little grizzled, a curly mustache, and red lips. His smile showed the strong teeth of which his wife was so proud, and as he saw me his lively, quizzical eyes told me that he knew all about me. He looked like a humorous philosopher who had hitched up one shoulder under the burdens of life, and gone on his way having ... | smiled at herself. “I know it was silly, but I could n’t help it. I wanted her right here. She’d never been away from me a night since she was born. If Anton had made trouble about her when she was a baby, or wanted me to leave her with my mother, I would n’t have married him. I could n’t. But he always loved her like ... | Leo was wide awake and was tickling his brother’s leg with a dried cone-flower he had pulled out of the hay. Ambrosch kicked at him and turned over. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Leo lay on his back, elevated one foot, and began exercising his toes. He picked up dried flowers with his toes and brandished... | almost never get away except on Sundays. He’s a handsome boy, and he’ll be rich some day. Everything he takes hold of turns out well. When they bring that baby in here, and unwrap him, he looks like a little prince; Martha takes care of him so beautiful. I’m reconciled to her being away from me now, but at first I crie... | My Antonia |
“We went to the big dance in the hall behind the saloon last night, mother, and I danced with all the girls, and so did father. I never saw so many pretty girls. It was a Bohunk crowd, for sure. We did n’t hear a word of English on the street, except from the show people, did we, papa?” | One of Antonia's children | chest like a young blacksmith.<|quote|>“We went to the big dance in the hall behind the saloon last night, mother, and I danced with all the girls, and so did father. I never saw so many pretty girls. It was a Bohunk crowd, for sure. We did n’t hear a word of English on the street, except from the show people, did we, ... | foot two, and had a chest like a young blacksmith.<|quote|>“We went to the big dance in the hall behind the saloon last night, mother, and I danced with all the girls, and so did father. I never saw so many pretty girls. It was a Bohunk crowd, for sure. We did n’t hear a word of English on the street, except from the s... | have a dancing bear, like in the old country, and two three merry-go-around, and people in balloons, and what you call the big wheel, Rudolph?” “A Ferris wheel,” Rudolph entered the conversation in a deep baritone voice. He was six foot two, and had a chest like a young blacksmith.<|quote|>“We went to the big dance in ... | Cuzak began at once to talk about his holiday—from politeness he spoke in English. “Mama, I wish you had see the lady dance on the slack-wire in the street at night. They throw a bright light on her and she float through the air something beautiful, like a bird! They have a dancing bear, like in the old country, and tw... | and as he saw me his lively, quizzical eyes told me that he knew all about me. He looked like a humorous philosopher who had hitched up one shoulder under the burdens of life, and gone on his way having a good time when he could. He advanced to meet me and gave me a hard hand, burned red on the back and heavily coated ... | away from me a night since she was born. If Anton had made trouble about her when she was a baby, or wanted me to leave her with my mother, I would n’t have married him. I could n’t. But he always loved her like she was his own.” “I did n’t even know Martha was n’t my full sister until after she was engaged to Joe,” An... | kicked at him and turned over. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Leo lay on his back, elevated one foot, and began exercising his toes. He picked up dried flowers with his toes and brandished them in the belt of sunlight. After he had amused himself thus for some time, he rose on one elbow and began to look ... | to. But her husband’s crazy about his farm and about having everything just right, and they almost never get away except on Sundays. He’s a handsome boy, and he’ll be rich some day. Everything he takes hold of turns out well. When they bring that baby in here, and unwrap him, he looks like a little prince; Martha takes... | My Antonia |
Cuzak nodded. | No speaker | show people, did we, papa?”<|quote|>Cuzak nodded.</|quote|>“And very many send word | the street, except from the show people, did we, papa?”<|quote|>Cuzak nodded.</|quote|>“And very many send word to you, Ántonia. You will | behind the saloon last night, mother, and I danced with all the girls, and so did father. I never saw so many pretty girls. It was a Bohunk crowd, for sure. We did n’t hear a word of English on the street, except from the show people, did we, papa?”<|quote|>Cuzak nodded.</|quote|>“And very many send word to you, Ántoni... | and two three merry-go-around, and people in balloons, and what you call the big wheel, Rudolph?” “A Ferris wheel,” Rudolph entered the conversation in a deep baritone voice. He was six foot two, and had a chest like a young blacksmith. “We went to the big dance in the hall behind the saloon last night, mother, and I d... | on the back and heavily coated with hair. He wore his Sunday clothes, very thick and hot for the weather, an unstarched white shirt, and a blue necktie with big white dots, like a little boy’s, tied in a flowing bow. Cuzak began at once to talk about his holiday—from politeness he spoke in English. “Mama, I wish you ha... | sister until after she was engaged to Joe,” Anna told me. Toward the middle of the afternoon the wagon drove in, with the father and the eldest son. I was smoking in the orchard, and as I went out to meet them, Ántonia came running down from the house and hugged the two men as if they had been away for months. “Papa” ... | began to look at me, cautiously, then critically, blinking his eyes in the light. His expression was droll; it dismissed me lightly. “This old fellow is no different from other people. He does n’t know my secret.” He seemed conscious of possessing a keener power of enjoyment than other people; his quick recognitions ma... | house and hugged the two men as if they had been away for months. “Papa” interested me, from my first glimpse of him. He was shorter than his older sons; a crumpled little man, with run-over boot heels, and he carried one shoulder higher than the other. But he moved very quickly, and there was an air of jaunty liveline... | My Antonia |
“And very many send word to you, Ántonia. You will excuse” | Cuzak | did we, papa?” Cuzak nodded.<|quote|>“And very many send word to you, Ántonia. You will excuse”</|quote|>—turning to me— “if I | except from the show people, did we, papa?” Cuzak nodded.<|quote|>“And very many send word to you, Ántonia. You will excuse”</|quote|>—turning to me— “if I tell her.” While we walked | saloon last night, mother, and I danced with all the girls, and so did father. I never saw so many pretty girls. It was a Bohunk crowd, for sure. We did n’t hear a word of English on the street, except from the show people, did we, papa?” Cuzak nodded.<|quote|>“And very many send word to you, Ántonia. You will excuse”<... | three merry-go-around, and people in balloons, and what you call the big wheel, Rudolph?” “A Ferris wheel,” Rudolph entered the conversation in a deep baritone voice. He was six foot two, and had a chest like a young blacksmith. “We went to the big dance in the hall behind the saloon last night, mother, and I danced wi... | back and heavily coated with hair. He wore his Sunday clothes, very thick and hot for the weather, an unstarched white shirt, and a blue necktie with big white dots, like a little boy’s, tied in a flowing bow. Cuzak began at once to talk about his holiday—from politeness he spoke in English. “Mama, I wish you had see t... | after she was engaged to Joe,” Anna told me. Toward the middle of the afternoon the wagon drove in, with the father and the eldest son. I was smoking in the orchard, and as I went out to meet them, Ántonia came running down from the house and hugged the two men as if they had been away for months. “Papa” interested me... | look at me, cautiously, then critically, blinking his eyes in the light. His expression was droll; it dismissed me lightly. “This old fellow is no different from other people. He does n’t know my secret.” He seemed conscious of possessing a keener power of enjoyment than other people; his quick recognitions made him fr... | he moved very quickly, and there was an air of jaunty liveliness about him. He had a strong, ruddy color, thick black hair, a little grizzled, a curly mustache, and red lips. His smile showed the strong teeth of which his wife was so proud, and as he saw me his lively, quizzical eyes told me that he knew all about me. ... | My Antonia |
—turning to me— | No speaker | you, Ántonia. You will excuse”<|quote|>—turning to me—</|quote|>“if I tell her.” While | very many send word to you, Ántonia. You will excuse”<|quote|>—turning to me—</|quote|>“if I tell her.” While we walked toward the house | and so did father. I never saw so many pretty girls. It was a Bohunk crowd, for sure. We did n’t hear a word of English on the street, except from the show people, did we, papa?” Cuzak nodded. “And very many send word to you, Ántonia. You will excuse”<|quote|>—turning to me—</|quote|>“if I tell her.” While we walked to... | big wheel, Rudolph?” “A Ferris wheel,” Rudolph entered the conversation in a deep baritone voice. He was six foot two, and had a chest like a young blacksmith. “We went to the big dance in the hall behind the saloon last night, mother, and I danced with all the girls, and so did father. I never saw so many pretty girls... | very thick and hot for the weather, an unstarched white shirt, and a blue necktie with big white dots, like a little boy’s, tied in a flowing bow. Cuzak began at once to talk about his holiday—from politeness he spoke in English. “Mama, I wish you had see the lady dance on the slack-wire in the street at night. They th... | middle of the afternoon the wagon drove in, with the father and the eldest son. I was smoking in the orchard, and as I went out to meet them, Ántonia came running down from the house and hugged the two men as if they had been away for months. “Papa” interested me, from my first glimpse of him. He was shorter than his o... | light. His expression was droll; it dismissed me lightly. “This old fellow is no different from other people. He does n’t know my secret.” He seemed conscious of possessing a keener power of enjoyment than other people; his quick recognitions made him frantically impatient of deliberate judgments. He always knew what h... | when he could. He advanced to meet me and gave me a hard hand, burned red on the back and heavily coated with hair. He wore his Sunday clothes, very thick and hot for the weather, an unstarched white shirt, and a blue necktie with big white dots, like a little boy’s, tied in a flowing bow. Cuzak began at once to talk a... | My Antonia |
“if I tell her.” | Cuzak | will excuse” —turning to me—<|quote|>“if I tell her.”</|quote|>While we walked toward the | word to you, Ántonia. You will excuse” —turning to me—<|quote|>“if I tell her.”</|quote|>While we walked toward the house he related incidents and | father. I never saw so many pretty girls. It was a Bohunk crowd, for sure. We did n’t hear a word of English on the street, except from the show people, did we, papa?” Cuzak nodded. “And very many send word to you, Ántonia. You will excuse” —turning to me—<|quote|>“if I tell her.”</|quote|>While we walked toward the ho... | “A Ferris wheel,” Rudolph entered the conversation in a deep baritone voice. He was six foot two, and had a chest like a young blacksmith. “We went to the big dance in the hall behind the saloon last night, mother, and I danced with all the girls, and so did father. I never saw so many pretty girls. It was a Bohunk cro... | hot for the weather, an unstarched white shirt, and a blue necktie with big white dots, like a little boy’s, tied in a flowing bow. Cuzak began at once to talk about his holiday—from politeness he spoke in English. “Mama, I wish you had see the lady dance on the slack-wire in the street at night. They throw a bright li... | afternoon the wagon drove in, with the father and the eldest son. I was smoking in the orchard, and as I went out to meet them, Ántonia came running down from the house and hugged the two men as if they had been away for months. “Papa” interested me, from my first glimpse of him. He was shorter than his older sons; a c... | was droll; it dismissed me lightly. “This old fellow is no different from other people. He does n’t know my secret.” He seemed conscious of possessing a keener power of enjoyment than other people; his quick recognitions made him frantically impatient of deliberate judgments. He always knew what he wanted without think... | at me. “Yes, she did. We were just ashamed of mother. She went round crying, when Martha was so happy, and the rest of us were all glad. Joe certainly was patient with you, mother.” Ántonia nodded and smiled at herself. “I know it was silly, but I could n’t help it. I wanted her right here. She’d never been away from m... | My Antonia |
While we walked toward the house he related incidents and delivered messages in the tongue he spoke fluently, and I dropped a little behind, curious to know what their relations had become—or remained. The two seemed to be on terms of easy friendliness, touched with humor. Clearly, she was the impulse, and he the corre... | No speaker | me— “if I tell her.”<|quote|>While we walked toward the house he related incidents and delivered messages in the tongue he spoke fluently, and I dropped a little behind, curious to know what their relations had become—or remained. The two seemed to be on terms of easy friendliness, touched with humor. Clearly, she was ... | You will excuse” —turning to me— “if I tell her.”<|quote|>While we walked toward the house he related incidents and delivered messages in the tongue he spoke fluently, and I dropped a little behind, curious to know what their relations had become—or remained. The two seemed to be on terms of easy friendliness, touched ... | so many pretty girls. It was a Bohunk crowd, for sure. We did n’t hear a word of English on the street, except from the show people, did we, papa?” Cuzak nodded. “And very many send word to you, Ántonia. You will excuse” —turning to me— “if I tell her.”<|quote|>While we walked toward the house he related incidents and ... | entered the conversation in a deep baritone voice. He was six foot two, and had a chest like a young blacksmith. “We went to the big dance in the hall behind the saloon last night, mother, and I danced with all the girls, and so did father. I never saw so many pretty girls. It was a Bohunk crowd, for sure. We did n’t h... | an unstarched white shirt, and a blue necktie with big white dots, like a little boy’s, tied in a flowing bow. Cuzak began at once to talk about his holiday—from politeness he spoke in English. “Mama, I wish you had see the lady dance on the slack-wire in the street at night. They throw a bright light on her and she fl... | in, with the father and the eldest son. I was smoking in the orchard, and as I went out to meet them, Ántonia came running down from the house and hugged the two men as if they had been away for months. “Papa” interested me, from my first glimpse of him. He was shorter than his older sons; a crumpled little man, with r... | me lightly. “This old fellow is no different from other people. He does n’t know my secret.” He seemed conscious of possessing a keener power of enjoyment than other people; his quick recognitions made him frantically impatient of deliberate judgments. He always knew what he wanted without thinking. After dressing in ... | with my mother, I would n’t have married him. I could n’t. But he always loved her like she was his own.” “I did n’t even know Martha was n’t my full sister until after she was engaged to Joe,” Anna told me. Toward the middle of the afternoon the wagon drove in, with the father and the eldest son. I was smoking in the... | My Antonia |
“for when she rains,” | Cuzak | candy away in the cupboard,<|quote|>“for when she rains,”</|quote|>and glanced at the box, | night before. He put his candy away in the cupboard,<|quote|>“for when she rains,”</|quote|>and glanced at the box, chuckling. “I guess you must | for Ántonia’s collection, and several paper bags of candy for the children. He looked a little disappointed when his wife showed him a big box of candy I had got in Denver—she had n’t let the children touch it the night before. He put his candy away in the cupboard,<|quote|>“for when she rains,”</|quote|>and glanced at... | he would turn his head a little toward the clock or the stove and look at me from the side, but with frankness and good-nature. This trick did not suggest duplicity or secretiveness, but merely long habit, as with the horse. He had brought a tintype of himself and Rudolph for Ántonia’s collection, and several paper bag... | he related incidents and delivered messages in the tongue he spoke fluently, and I dropped a little behind, curious to know what their relations had become—or remained. The two seemed to be on terms of easy friendliness, touched with humor. Clearly, she was the impulse, and he the corrective. As they went up the hill h... | blue necktie with big white dots, like a little boy’s, tied in a flowing bow. Cuzak began at once to talk about his holiday—from politeness he spoke in English. “Mama, I wish you had see the lady dance on the slack-wire in the street at night. They throw a bright light on her and she float through the air something bea... | him, he looks like a little prince; Martha takes care of him so beautiful. I’m reconciled to her being away from me now, but at first I cried like I was putting her into her coffin.” We were alone in the kitchen, except for Anna, who was pouring cream into the churn. She looked up at me. “Yes, she did. We were just ash... | and as he saw me his lively, quizzical eyes told me that he knew all about me. He looked like a humorous philosopher who had hitched up one shoulder under the burdens of life, and gone on his way having a good time when he could. He advanced to meet me and gave me a hard hand, burned red on the back and heavily coated ... | My Antonia |
and glanced at the box, chuckling. | No speaker | cupboard, “for when she rains,”<|quote|>and glanced at the box, chuckling.</|quote|>“I guess you must have | his candy away in the cupboard, “for when she rains,”<|quote|>and glanced at the box, chuckling.</|quote|>“I guess you must have hear about how my family | several paper bags of candy for the children. He looked a little disappointed when his wife showed him a big box of candy I had got in Denver—she had n’t let the children touch it the night before. He put his candy away in the cupboard, “for when she rains,”<|quote|>and glanced at the box, chuckling.</|quote|>“I guess ... | head a little toward the clock or the stove and look at me from the side, but with frankness and good-nature. This trick did not suggest duplicity or secretiveness, but merely long habit, as with the horse. He had brought a tintype of himself and Rudolph for Ántonia’s collection, and several paper bags of candy for the... | delivered messages in the tongue he spoke fluently, and I dropped a little behind, curious to know what their relations had become—or remained. The two seemed to be on terms of easy friendliness, touched with humor. Clearly, she was the impulse, and he the corrective. As they went up the hill he kept glancing at her si... | white dots, like a little boy’s, tied in a flowing bow. Cuzak began at once to talk about his holiday—from politeness he spoke in English. “Mama, I wish you had see the lady dance on the slack-wire in the street at night. They throw a bright light on her and she float through the air something beautiful, like a bird! T... | a little prince; Martha takes care of him so beautiful. I’m reconciled to her being away from me now, but at first I cried like I was putting her into her coffin.” We were alone in the kitchen, except for Anna, who was pouring cream into the churn. She looked up at me. “Yes, she did. We were just ashamed of mother. She... | air something beautiful, like a bird! They have a dancing bear, like in the old country, and two three merry-go-around, and people in balloons, and what you call the big wheel, Rudolph?” “A Ferris wheel,” Rudolph entered the conversation in a deep baritone voice. He was six foot two, and had a chest like a young blacks... | My Antonia |
“I guess you must have hear about how my family ain’t so small,” | Cuzak | glanced at the box, chuckling.<|quote|>“I guess you must have hear about how my family ain’t so small,”</|quote|>he said. Cuzak sat down | “for when she rains,” and glanced at the box, chuckling.<|quote|>“I guess you must have hear about how my family ain’t so small,”</|quote|>he said. Cuzak sat down behind the stove and watched | the children. He looked a little disappointed when his wife showed him a big box of candy I had got in Denver—she had n’t let the children touch it the night before. He put his candy away in the cupboard, “for when she rains,” and glanced at the box, chuckling.<|quote|>“I guess you must have hear about how my family ai... | or the stove and look at me from the side, but with frankness and good-nature. This trick did not suggest duplicity or secretiveness, but merely long habit, as with the horse. He had brought a tintype of himself and Rudolph for Ántonia’s collection, and several paper bags of candy for the children. He looked a little d... | spoke fluently, and I dropped a little behind, curious to know what their relations had become—or remained. The two seemed to be on terms of easy friendliness, touched with humor. Clearly, she was the impulse, and he the corrective. As they went up the hill he kept glancing at her sidewise, to see whether she got his p... | tied in a flowing bow. Cuzak began at once to talk about his holiday—from politeness he spoke in English. “Mama, I wish you had see the lady dance on the slack-wire in the street at night. They throw a bright light on her and she float through the air something beautiful, like a bird! They have a dancing bear, like in ... | of him so beautiful. I’m reconciled to her being away from me now, but at first I cried like I was putting her into her coffin.” We were alone in the kitchen, except for Anna, who was pouring cream into the churn. She looked up at me. “Yes, she did. We were just ashamed of mother. She went round crying, when Martha was... | I never saw so many pretty girls. It was a Bohunk crowd, for sure. We did n’t hear a word of English on the street, except from the show people, did we, papa?” Cuzak nodded. “And very many send word to you, Ántonia. You will excuse” —turning to me— “if I tell her.” While we walked toward the house he related incidents ... | My Antonia |
he said. Cuzak sat down behind the stove and watched his women-folk and the little children with equal amusement. He thought they were nice, and he thought they were funny, evidently. He had been off dancing with the girls and forgetting that he was an old fellow, and now his family rather surprised him; he seemed to ... | No speaker | my family ain’t so small,”<|quote|>he said. Cuzak sat down behind the stove and watched his women-folk and the little children with equal amusement. He thought they were nice, and he thought they were funny, evidently. He had been off dancing with the girls and forgetting that he was an old fellow, and now his family ... | must have hear about how my family ain’t so small,”<|quote|>he said. Cuzak sat down behind the stove and watched his women-folk and the little children with equal amusement. He thought they were nice, and he thought they were funny, evidently. He had been off dancing with the girls and forgetting that he was an old fe... | big box of candy I had got in Denver—she had n’t let the children touch it the night before. He put his candy away in the cupboard, “for when she rains,” and glanced at the box, chuckling. “I guess you must have hear about how my family ain’t so small,”<|quote|>he said. Cuzak sat down behind the stove and watched his ... | and good-nature. This trick did not suggest duplicity or secretiveness, but merely long habit, as with the horse. He had brought a tintype of himself and Rudolph for Ántonia’s collection, and several paper bags of candy for the children. He looked a little disappointed when his wife showed him a big box of candy I had ... | relations had become—or remained. The two seemed to be on terms of easy friendliness, touched with humor. Clearly, she was the impulse, and he the corrective. As they went up the hill he kept glancing at her sidewise, to see whether she got his point, or how she received it. I noticed later that he always looked at peo... | holiday—from politeness he spoke in English. “Mama, I wish you had see the lady dance on the slack-wire in the street at night. They throw a bright light on her and she float through the air something beautiful, like a bird! They have a dancing bear, like in the old country, and two three merry-go-around, and people in... | but at first I cried like I was putting her into her coffin.” We were alone in the kitchen, except for Anna, who was pouring cream into the churn. She looked up at me. “Yes, she did. We were just ashamed of mother. She went round crying, when Martha was so happy, and the rest of us were all glad. Joe certainly was pati... | I never saw so many pretty girls. It was a Bohunk crowd, for sure. We did n’t hear a word of English on the street, except from the show people, did we, papa?” Cuzak nodded. “And very many send word to you, Ántonia. You will excuse” —turning to me— “if I tell her.” While we walked toward the house he related incidents ... | My Antonia |
“This one is bashful. He gets left.” | Cuzak | head he said to me,<|quote|>“This one is bashful. He gets left.”</|quote|>Cuzak had brought home with | him. Looking over the boy’s head he said to me,<|quote|>“This one is bashful. He gets left.”</|quote|>Cuzak had brought home with him a roll of illustrated | pockets; penny dolls, a wooden clown, a balloon pig that was inflated by a whistle. He beckoned to the little boy they called Jan, whispered to him, and presented him with a paper snake, gently, so as not to startle him. Looking over the boy’s head he said to me,<|quote|>“This one is bashful. He gets left.”</|quote|>Cu... | the girls and forgetting that he was an old fellow, and now his family rather surprised him; he seemed to think it a joke that all these children should belong to him. As the younger ones slipped up to him in his retreat, he kept taking things out of his pockets; penny dolls, a wooden clown, a balloon pig that was infl... | the children. He looked a little disappointed when his wife showed him a big box of candy I had got in Denver—she had n’t let the children touch it the night before. He put his candy away in the cupboard, “for when she rains,” and glanced at the box, chuckling. “I guess you must have hear about how my family ain’t so s... | word of English on the street, except from the show people, did we, papa?” Cuzak nodded. “And very many send word to you, Ántonia. You will excuse” —turning to me— “if I tell her.” While we walked toward the house he related incidents and delivered messages in the tongue he spoke fluently, and I dropped a little behind... | she was his own.” “I did n’t even know Martha was n’t my full sister until after she was engaged to Joe,” Anna told me. Toward the middle of the afternoon the wagon drove in, with the father and the eldest son. I was smoking in the orchard, and as I went out to meet them, Ántonia came running down from the house and h... | the kitchen, talking, he would turn his head a little toward the clock or the stove and look at me from the side, but with frankness and good-nature. This trick did not suggest duplicity or secretiveness, but merely long habit, as with the horse. He had brought a tintype of himself and Rudolph for Ántonia’s collection,... | My Antonia |
Cuzak had brought home with him a roll of illustrated Bohemian papers. He opened them and began to tell his wife the news, much of which seemed to relate to one person. I heard the name Vasakova, Vasakova, repeated several times with lively interest, and presently I asked him whether he were talking about the singer, M... | No speaker | is bashful. He gets left.”<|quote|>Cuzak had brought home with him a roll of illustrated Bohemian papers. He opened them and began to tell his wife the news, much of which seemed to relate to one person. I heard the name Vasakova, Vasakova, repeated several times with lively interest, and presently I asked him whether ... | said to me, “This one is bashful. He gets left.”<|quote|>Cuzak had brought home with him a roll of illustrated Bohemian papers. He opened them and began to tell his wife the news, much of which seemed to relate to one person. I heard the name Vasakova, Vasakova, repeated several times with lively interest, and presentl... | balloon pig that was inflated by a whistle. He beckoned to the little boy they called Jan, whispered to him, and presented him with a paper snake, gently, so as not to startle him. Looking over the boy’s head he said to me, “This one is bashful. He gets left.”<|quote|>Cuzak had brought home with him a roll of illustrat... | an old fellow, and now his family rather surprised him; he seemed to think it a joke that all these children should belong to him. As the younger ones slipped up to him in his retreat, he kept taking things out of his pockets; penny dolls, a wooden clown, a balloon pig that was inflated by a whistle. He beckoned to the... | when his wife showed him a big box of candy I had got in Denver—she had n’t let the children touch it the night before. He put his candy away in the cupboard, “for when she rains,” and glanced at the box, chuckling. “I guess you must have hear about how my family ain’t so small,” he said. Cuzak sat down behind the sto... | from the show people, did we, papa?” Cuzak nodded. “And very many send word to you, Ántonia. You will excuse” —turning to me— “if I tell her.” While we walked toward the house he related incidents and delivered messages in the tongue he spoke fluently, and I dropped a little behind, curious to know what their relations... | even know Martha was n’t my full sister until after she was engaged to Joe,” Anna told me. Toward the middle of the afternoon the wagon drove in, with the father and the eldest son. I was smoking in the orchard, and as I went out to meet them, Ántonia came running down from the house and hugged the two men as if they ... | voice. He was six foot two, and had a chest like a young blacksmith. “We went to the big dance in the hall behind the saloon last night, mother, and I danced with all the girls, and so did father. I never saw so many pretty girls. It was a Bohunk crowd, for sure. We did n’t hear a word of English on the street, except ... | My Antonia |
“You know? You have heard, maybe?” | Cuzak | about the singer, Maria Vasak.<|quote|>“You know? You have heard, maybe?”</|quote|>he asked incredulously. When I | him whether he were talking about the singer, Maria Vasak.<|quote|>“You know? You have heard, maybe?”</|quote|>he asked incredulously. When I assured him that I had | of illustrated Bohemian papers. He opened them and began to tell his wife the news, much of which seemed to relate to one person. I heard the name Vasakova, Vasakova, repeated several times with lively interest, and presently I asked him whether he were talking about the singer, Maria Vasak.<|quote|>“You know? You have... | He beckoned to the little boy they called Jan, whispered to him, and presented him with a paper snake, gently, so as not to startle him. Looking over the boy’s head he said to me, “This one is bashful. He gets left.” Cuzak had brought home with him a roll of illustrated Bohemian papers. He opened them and began to tell... | Cuzak sat down behind the stove and watched his women-folk and the little children with equal amusement. He thought they were nice, and he thought they were funny, evidently. He had been off dancing with the girls and forgetting that he was an old fellow, and now his family rather surprised him; he seemed to think it a... | become—or remained. The two seemed to be on terms of easy friendliness, touched with humor. Clearly, she was the impulse, and he the corrective. As they went up the hill he kept glancing at her sidewise, to see whether she got his point, or how she received it. I noticed later that he always looked at people sidewise, ... | the two men as if they had been away for months. “Papa” interested me, from my first glimpse of him. He was shorter than his older sons; a crumpled little man, with run-over boot heels, and he carried one shoulder higher than the other. But he moved very quickly, and there was an air of jaunty liveliness about him. He ... | chuckling. “I guess you must have hear about how my family ain’t so small,” he said. Cuzak sat down behind the stove and watched his women-folk and the little children with equal amusement. He thought they were nice, and he thought they were funny, evidently. He had been off dancing with the girls and forgetting that ... | My Antonia |
he asked incredulously. When I assured him that I had heard her, he pointed out her picture and told me that Vasak had broken her leg, climbing in the Austrian Alps, and would not be able to fill her engagements. He seemed delighted to find that I had heard her sing in London and in Vienna; got out his pipe and lit it ... | No speaker | know? You have heard, maybe?”<|quote|>he asked incredulously. When I assured him that I had heard her, he pointed out her picture and told me that Vasak had broken her leg, climbing in the Austrian Alps, and would not be able to fill her engagements. He seemed delighted to find that I had heard her sing in London and i... | the singer, Maria Vasak. “You know? You have heard, maybe?”<|quote|>he asked incredulously. When I assured him that I had heard her, he pointed out her picture and told me that Vasak had broken her leg, climbing in the Austrian Alps, and would not be able to fill her engagements. He seemed delighted to find that I had ... | them and began to tell his wife the news, much of which seemed to relate to one person. I heard the name Vasakova, Vasakova, repeated several times with lively interest, and presently I asked him whether he were talking about the singer, Maria Vasak. “You know? You have heard, maybe?”<|quote|>he asked incredulously. Wh... | they called Jan, whispered to him, and presented him with a paper snake, gently, so as not to startle him. Looking over the boy’s head he said to me, “This one is bashful. He gets left.” Cuzak had brought home with him a roll of illustrated Bohemian papers. He opened them and began to tell his wife the news, much of wh... | and watched his women-folk and the little children with equal amusement. He thought they were nice, and he thought they were funny, evidently. He had been off dancing with the girls and forgetting that he was an old fellow, and now his family rather surprised him; he seemed to think it a joke that all these children sh... | be on terms of easy friendliness, touched with humor. Clearly, she was the impulse, and he the corrective. As they went up the hill he kept glancing at her sidewise, to see whether she got his point, or how she received it. I noticed later that he always looked at people sidewise, as a work-horse does at its yoke-mate.... | had been away for months. “Papa” interested me, from my first glimpse of him. He was shorter than his older sons; a crumpled little man, with run-over boot heels, and he carried one shoulder higher than the other. But he moved very quickly, and there was an air of jaunty liveliness about him. He had a strong, ruddy col... | sidewise, as a work-horse does at its yoke-mate. Even when he sat opposite me in the kitchen, talking, he would turn his head a little toward the clock or the stove and look at me from the side, but with frankness and good-nature. This trick did not suggest duplicity or secretiveness, but merely long habit, as with the... | My Antonia |
“it was not very nice, that.” | Cuzak | beer last all evening, and<|quote|>“it was not very nice, that.”</|quote|>When the boys came in | poor, making one glass of beer last all evening, and<|quote|>“it was not very nice, that.”</|quote|>When the boys came in from milking and feeding, the | money. She was extravagant, of course, but he hoped she would n’t squander everything, and have nothing left when she was old. As a young man, working in Wienn, he had seen a good many artists who were old and poor, making one glass of beer last all evening, and<|quote|>“it was not very nice, that.”</|quote|>When the b... | from his part of Prague. His father used to mend her shoes for her when she was a student. Cuzak questioned me about her looks, her popularity, her voice; but he particularly wanted to know whether I had noticed her tiny feet, and whether I thought she had saved much money. She was extravagant, of course, but he hoped ... | name Vasakova, Vasakova, repeated several times with lively interest, and presently I asked him whether he were talking about the singer, Maria Vasak. “You know? You have heard, maybe?” he asked incredulously. When I assured him that I had heard her, he pointed out her picture and told me that Vasak had broken her leg,... | she rains,” and glanced at the box, chuckling. “I guess you must have hear about how my family ain’t so small,” he said. Cuzak sat down behind the stove and watched his women-folk and the little children with equal amusement. He thought they were nice, and he thought they were funny, evidently. He had been off dancing... | with big white dots, like a little boy’s, tied in a flowing bow. Cuzak began at once to talk about his holiday—from politeness he spoke in English. “Mama, I wish you had see the lady dance on the slack-wire in the street at night. They throw a bright light on her and she float through the air something beautiful, like ... | or secretiveness, but merely long habit, as with the horse. He had brought a tintype of himself and Rudolph for Ántonia’s collection, and several paper bags of candy for the children. He looked a little disappointed when his wife showed him a big box of candy I had got in Denver—she had n’t let the children touch it th... | My Antonia |
When the boys came in from milking and feeding, the long table was laid, and two brown geese, stuffed with apples, were put down sizzling before Ántonia. She began to carve, and Rudolph, who sat next his mother, started the plates on their way. When everybody was served, he looked across the table at me. | No speaker | was not very nice, that.”<|quote|>When the boys came in from milking and feeding, the long table was laid, and two brown geese, stuffed with apples, were put down sizzling before Ántonia. She began to carve, and Rudolph, who sat next his mother, started the plates on their way. When everybody was served, he looked acro... | last all evening, and “it was not very nice, that.”<|quote|>When the boys came in from milking and feeding, the long table was laid, and two brown geese, stuffed with apples, were put down sizzling before Ántonia. She began to carve, and Rudolph, who sat next his mother, started the plates on their way. When everybody ... | but he hoped she would n’t squander everything, and have nothing left when she was old. As a young man, working in Wienn, he had seen a good many artists who were old and poor, making one glass of beer last all evening, and “it was not very nice, that.”<|quote|>When the boys came in from milking and feeding, the long t... | father used to mend her shoes for her when she was a student. Cuzak questioned me about her looks, her popularity, her voice; but he particularly wanted to know whether I had noticed her tiny feet, and whether I thought she had saved much money. She was extravagant, of course, but he hoped she would n’t squander everyt... | with lively interest, and presently I asked him whether he were talking about the singer, Maria Vasak. “You know? You have heard, maybe?” he asked incredulously. When I assured him that I had heard her, he pointed out her picture and told me that Vasak had broken her leg, climbing in the Austrian Alps, and would not be... | box, chuckling. “I guess you must have hear about how my family ain’t so small,” he said. Cuzak sat down behind the stove and watched his women-folk and the little children with equal amusement. He thought they were nice, and he thought they were funny, evidently. He had been off dancing with the girls and forgetting ... | little boy’s, tied in a flowing bow. Cuzak began at once to talk about his holiday—from politeness he spoke in English. “Mama, I wish you had see the lady dance on the slack-wire in the street at night. They throw a bright light on her and she float through the air something beautiful, like a bird! They have a dancing ... | to relate to one person. I heard the name Vasakova, Vasakova, repeated several times with lively interest, and presently I asked him whether he were talking about the singer, Maria Vasak. “You know? You have heard, maybe?” he asked incredulously. When I assured him that I had heard her, he pointed out her picture and t... | My Antonia |
“Have you been to Black Hawk lately, Mr. Burden? Then I wonder if you’ve heard about the Cutters?” | One of Antonia's children | across the table at me.<|quote|>“Have you been to Black Hawk lately, Mr. Burden? Then I wonder if you’ve heard about the Cutters?”</|quote|>No, I had heard nothing | everybody was served, he looked across the table at me.<|quote|>“Have you been to Black Hawk lately, Mr. Burden? Then I wonder if you’ve heard about the Cutters?”</|quote|>No, I had heard nothing at all about them. “Then | from milking and feeding, the long table was laid, and two brown geese, stuffed with apples, were put down sizzling before Ántonia. She began to carve, and Rudolph, who sat next his mother, started the plates on their way. When everybody was served, he looked across the table at me.<|quote|>“Have you been to Black Hawk... | n’t squander everything, and have nothing left when she was old. As a young man, working in Wienn, he had seen a good many artists who were old and poor, making one glass of beer last all evening, and “it was not very nice, that.” When the boys came in from milking and feeding, the long table was laid, and two brown ge... | would not be able to fill her engagements. He seemed delighted to find that I had heard her sing in London and in Vienna; got out his pipe and lit it to enjoy our talk the better. She came from his part of Prague. His father used to mend her shoes for her when she was a student. Cuzak questioned me about her looks, her... | forgetting that he was an old fellow, and now his family rather surprised him; he seemed to think it a joke that all these children should belong to him. As the younger ones slipped up to him in his retreat, he kept taking things out of his pockets; penny dolls, a wooden clown, a balloon pig that was inflated by a whis... | bird! They have a dancing bear, like in the old country, and two three merry-go-around, and people in balloons, and what you call the big wheel, Rudolph?” “A Ferris wheel,” Rudolph entered the conversation in a deep baritone voice. He was six foot two, and had a chest like a young blacksmith. “We went to the big dance ... | it the night before. He put his candy away in the cupboard, “for when she rains,” and glanced at the box, chuckling. “I guess you must have hear about how my family ain’t so small,” he said. Cuzak sat down behind the stove and watched his women-folk and the little children with equal amusement. He thought they were ni... | My Antonia |
No, I had heard nothing at all about them. | No speaker | you’ve heard about the Cutters?”<|quote|>No, I had heard nothing at all about them.</|quote|>“Then you must tell him, | Burden? Then I wonder if you’ve heard about the Cutters?”<|quote|>No, I had heard nothing at all about them.</|quote|>“Then you must tell him, son, though it’s a terrible | down sizzling before Ántonia. She began to carve, and Rudolph, who sat next his mother, started the plates on their way. When everybody was served, he looked across the table at me. “Have you been to Black Hawk lately, Mr. Burden? Then I wonder if you’ve heard about the Cutters?”<|quote|>No, I had heard nothing at all ... | he had seen a good many artists who were old and poor, making one glass of beer last all evening, and “it was not very nice, that.” When the boys came in from milking and feeding, the long table was laid, and two brown geese, stuffed with apples, were put down sizzling before Ántonia. She began to carve, and Rudolph, w... | sing in London and in Vienna; got out his pipe and lit it to enjoy our talk the better. She came from his part of Prague. His father used to mend her shoes for her when she was a student. Cuzak questioned me about her looks, her popularity, her voice; but he particularly wanted to know whether I had noticed her tiny fe... | it a joke that all these children should belong to him. As the younger ones slipped up to him in his retreat, he kept taking things out of his pockets; penny dolls, a wooden clown, a balloon pig that was inflated by a whistle. He beckoned to the little boy they called Jan, whispered to him, and presented him with a pap... | balloons, and what you call the big wheel, Rudolph?” “A Ferris wheel,” Rudolph entered the conversation in a deep baritone voice. He was six foot two, and had a chest like a young blacksmith. “We went to the big dance in the hall behind the saloon last night, mother, and I danced with all the girls, and so did father. ... | was inflated by a whistle. He beckoned to the little boy they called Jan, whispered to him, and presented him with a paper snake, gently, so as not to startle him. Looking over the boy’s head he said to me, “This one is bashful. He gets left.” Cuzak had brought home with him a roll of illustrated Bohemian papers. He op... | My Antonia |
“Then you must tell him, son, though it’s a terrible thing to talk about at supper. Now, all you children be quiet, Rudolph is going to tell about the murder.” | Cuzak | nothing at all about them.<|quote|>“Then you must tell him, son, though it’s a terrible thing to talk about at supper. Now, all you children be quiet, Rudolph is going to tell about the murder.”</|quote|>“Hurrah! The murder!” the children | Cutters?” No, I had heard nothing at all about them.<|quote|>“Then you must tell him, son, though it’s a terrible thing to talk about at supper. Now, all you children be quiet, Rudolph is going to tell about the murder.”</|quote|>“Hurrah! The murder!” the children murmured, looking pleased and interested. | Rudolph, who sat next his mother, started the plates on their way. When everybody was served, he looked across the table at me. “Have you been to Black Hawk lately, Mr. Burden? Then I wonder if you’ve heard about the Cutters?” No, I had heard nothing at all about them.<|quote|>“Then you must tell him, son, though it’s ... | old and poor, making one glass of beer last all evening, and “it was not very nice, that.” When the boys came in from milking and feeding, the long table was laid, and two brown geese, stuffed with apples, were put down sizzling before Ántonia. She began to carve, and Rudolph, who sat next his mother, started the plate... | pipe and lit it to enjoy our talk the better. She came from his part of Prague. His father used to mend her shoes for her when she was a student. Cuzak questioned me about her looks, her popularity, her voice; but he particularly wanted to know whether I had noticed her tiny feet, and whether I thought she had saved mu... | to him. As the younger ones slipped up to him in his retreat, he kept taking things out of his pockets; penny dolls, a wooden clown, a balloon pig that was inflated by a whistle. He beckoned to the little boy they called Jan, whispered to him, and presented him with a paper snake, gently, so as not to startle him. Look... | “A Ferris wheel,” Rudolph entered the conversation in a deep baritone voice. He was six foot two, and had a chest like a young blacksmith. “We went to the big dance in the hall behind the saloon last night, mother, and I danced with all the girls, and so did father. I never saw so many pretty girls. It was a Bohunk cro... | me, “This one is bashful. He gets left.” Cuzak had brought home with him a roll of illustrated Bohemian papers. He opened them and began to tell his wife the news, much of which seemed to relate to one person. I heard the name Vasakova, Vasakova, repeated several times with lively interest, and presently I asked him wh... | My Antonia |
the children murmured, looking pleased and interested. Rudolph told his story in great detail, with occasional promptings from his mother or father. Wick Cutter and his wife had gone on living in the house that Ántonia and I knew so well, and in the way we knew so well. They grew to be very old people. He shriveled u... | No speaker | the murder.” “Hurrah! The murder!”<|quote|>the children murmured, looking pleased and interested. Rudolph told his story in great detail, with occasional promptings from his mother or father. Wick Cutter and his wife had gone on living in the house that Ántonia and I knew so well, and in the way we knew so well. They... | is going to tell about the murder.” “Hurrah! The murder!”<|quote|>the children murmured, looking pleased and interested. Rudolph told his story in great detail, with occasional promptings from his mother or father. Wick Cutter and his wife had gone on living in the house that Ántonia and I knew so well, and in the wa... | I wonder if you’ve heard about the Cutters?” No, I had heard nothing at all about them. “Then you must tell him, son, though it’s a terrible thing to talk about at supper. Now, all you children be quiet, Rudolph is going to tell about the murder.” “Hurrah! The murder!”<|quote|>the children murmured, looking pleased and... | two brown geese, stuffed with apples, were put down sizzling before Ántonia. She began to carve, and Rudolph, who sat next his mother, started the plates on their way. When everybody was served, he looked across the table at me. “Have you been to Black Hawk lately, Mr. Burden? Then I wonder if you’ve heard about the Cu... | me about her looks, her popularity, her voice; but he particularly wanted to know whether I had noticed her tiny feet, and whether I thought she had saved much money. She was extravagant, of course, but he hoped she would n’t squander everything, and have nothing left when she was old. As a young man, working in Wienn,... | a whistle. He beckoned to the little boy they called Jan, whispered to him, and presented him with a paper snake, gently, so as not to startle him. Looking over the boy’s head he said to me, “This one is bashful. He gets left.” Cuzak had brought home with him a roll of illustrated Bohemian papers. He opened them and be... | hall behind the saloon last night, mother, and I danced with all the girls, and so did father. I never saw so many pretty girls. It was a Bohunk crowd, for sure. We did n’t hear a word of English on the street, except from the show people, did we, papa?” Cuzak nodded. “And very many send word to you, Ántonia. You will ... | tell his wife the news, much of which seemed to relate to one person. I heard the name Vasakova, Vasakova, repeated several times with lively interest, and presently I asked him whether he were talking about the singer, Maria Vasak. “You know? You have heard, maybe?” he asked incredulously. When I assured him that I ha... | My Antonia |
“property.” | No speaker | the ultimate disposition of their<|quote|>“property.”</|quote|>A new law was passed | quarreled more and more about the ultimate disposition of their<|quote|>“property.”</|quote|>A new law was passed in the State, securing the | as the years passed she became afflicted with a shaking palsy which made her nervous nod continuous instead of occasional. Her hands were so uncertain that she could no longer disfigure china, poor woman! As the couple grew older, they quarreled more and more about the ultimate disposition of their<|quote|>“property.”<... | the way we knew so well. They grew to be very old people. He shriveled up, Ántonia said, until he looked like a little old yellow monkey, for his beard and his fringe of hair never changed color. Mrs. Cutter remained flushed and wild-eyed as we had known her, but as the years passed she became afflicted with a shaking ... | to Black Hawk lately, Mr. Burden? Then I wonder if you’ve heard about the Cutters?” No, I had heard nothing at all about them. “Then you must tell him, son, though it’s a terrible thing to talk about at supper. Now, all you children be quiet, Rudolph is going to tell about the murder.” “Hurrah! The murder!” the childre... | able to fill her engagements. He seemed delighted to find that I had heard her sing in London and in Vienna; got out his pipe and lit it to enjoy our talk the better. She came from his part of Prague. His father used to mend her shoes for her when she was a student. Cuzak questioned me about her looks, her popularity, ... | his point, or how she received it. I noticed later that he always looked at people sidewise, as a work-horse does at its yoke-mate. Even when he sat opposite me in the kitchen, talking, he would turn his head a little toward the clock or the stove and look at me from the side, but with frankness and good-nature. This t... | his pipe and lit it to enjoy our talk the better. She came from his part of Prague. His father used to mend her shoes for her when she was a student. Cuzak questioned me about her looks, her popularity, her voice; but he particularly wanted to know whether I had noticed her tiny feet, and whether I thought she had save... | My Antonia |
A new law was passed in the State, securing the surviving wife a third of her husband’s estate under all conditions. Cutter was tormented by the fear that Mrs. Cutter would live longer than he, and that eventually her | No speaker | ultimate disposition of their “property.”<|quote|>A new law was passed in the State, securing the surviving wife a third of her husband’s estate under all conditions. Cutter was tormented by the fear that Mrs. Cutter would live longer than he, and that eventually her</|quote|>“people,” whom he had always | more and more about the ultimate disposition of their “property.”<|quote|>A new law was passed in the State, securing the surviving wife a third of her husband’s estate under all conditions. Cutter was tormented by the fear that Mrs. Cutter would live longer than he, and that eventually her</|quote|>“people,” whom he h... | the years passed she became afflicted with a shaking palsy which made her nervous nod continuous instead of occasional. Her hands were so uncertain that she could no longer disfigure china, poor woman! As the couple grew older, they quarreled more and more about the ultimate disposition of their “property.”<|quote|>A n... | way we knew so well. They grew to be very old people. He shriveled up, Ántonia said, until he looked like a little old yellow monkey, for his beard and his fringe of hair never changed color. Mrs. Cutter remained flushed and wild-eyed as we had known her, but as the years passed she became afflicted with a shaking pals... | Black Hawk lately, Mr. Burden? Then I wonder if you’ve heard about the Cutters?” No, I had heard nothing at all about them. “Then you must tell him, son, though it’s a terrible thing to talk about at supper. Now, all you children be quiet, Rudolph is going to tell about the murder.” “Hurrah! The murder!” the children m... | to fill her engagements. He seemed delighted to find that I had heard her sing in London and in Vienna; got out his pipe and lit it to enjoy our talk the better. She came from his part of Prague. His father used to mend her shoes for her when she was a student. Cuzak questioned me about her looks, her popularity, her v... | point, or how she received it. I noticed later that he always looked at people sidewise, as a work-horse does at its yoke-mate. Even when he sat opposite me in the kitchen, talking, he would turn his head a little toward the clock or the stove and look at me from the side, but with frankness and good-nature. This trick... | of his pockets; penny dolls, a wooden clown, a balloon pig that was inflated by a whistle. He beckoned to the little boy they called Jan, whispered to him, and presented him with a paper snake, gently, so as not to startle him. Looking over the boy’s head he said to me, “This one is bashful. He gets left.” Cuzak had br... | My Antonia |
whom he had always hated so violently, would inherit. Their quarrels on this subject passed the boundary of the close-growing cedars, and were heard in the street by whoever wished to loiter and listen. One morning, two years ago, Cutter went into the hardware store and bought a pistol, saying he was going to shoot a ... | No speaker | and that eventually her “people,”<|quote|>whom he had always hated so violently, would inherit. Their quarrels on this subject passed the boundary of the close-growing cedars, and were heard in the street by whoever wished to loiter and listen. One morning, two years ago, Cutter went into the hardware store and bought... | would live longer than he, and that eventually her “people,”<|quote|>whom he had always hated so violently, would inherit. Their quarrels on this subject passed the boundary of the close-growing cedars, and were heard in the street by whoever wished to loiter and listen. One morning, two years ago, Cutter went into th... | more and more about the ultimate disposition of their “property.” A new law was passed in the State, securing the surviving wife a third of her husband’s estate under all conditions. Cutter was tormented by the fear that Mrs. Cutter would live longer than he, and that eventually her “people,”<|quote|>whom he had always... | flushed and wild-eyed as we had known her, but as the years passed she became afflicted with a shaking palsy which made her nervous nod continuous instead of occasional. Her hands were so uncertain that she could no longer disfigure china, poor woman! As the couple grew older, they quarreled more and more about the ult... | all you children be quiet, Rudolph is going to tell about the murder.” “Hurrah! The murder!” the children murmured, looking pleased and interested. Rudolph told his story in great detail, with occasional promptings from his mother or father. Wick Cutter and his wife had gone on living in the house that Ántonia and I ... | His father used to mend her shoes for her when she was a student. Cuzak questioned me about her looks, her popularity, her voice; but he particularly wanted to know whether I had noticed her tiny feet, and whether I thought she had saved much money. She was extravagant, of course, but he hoped she would n’t squander ev... | toward the clock or the stove and look at me from the side, but with frankness and good-nature. This trick did not suggest duplicity or secretiveness, but merely long habit, as with the horse. He had brought a tintype of himself and Rudolph for Ántonia’s collection, and several paper bags of candy for the children. He ... | heard her sing in London and in Vienna; got out his pipe and lit it to enjoy our talk the better. She came from his part of Prague. His father used to mend her shoes for her when she was a student. Cuzak questioned me about her looks, her popularity, her voice; but he particularly wanted to know whether I had noticed h... | My Antonia |
(Here the children interrupted Rudolph’s narrative by smothered giggles.) Cutter went out behind the hardware store, put up a target, practiced for an hour or so, and then went home. At six o’clock that evening, when several men were passing the Cutter house on their way home to supper, they heard a pistol shot. They ... | No speaker | while he was about it.”<|quote|>(Here the children interrupted Rudolph’s narrative by smothered giggles.) Cutter went out behind the hardware store, put up a target, practiced for an hour or so, and then went home. At six o’clock that evening, when several men were passing the Cutter house on their way home to supper,... | shot at an old cat while he was about it.”<|quote|>(Here the children interrupted Rudolph’s narrative by smothered giggles.) Cutter went out behind the hardware store, put up a target, practiced for an hour or so, and then went home. At six o’clock that evening, when several men were passing the Cutter house on their ... | street by whoever wished to loiter and listen. One morning, two years ago, Cutter went into the hardware store and bought a pistol, saying he was going to shoot a dog, and adding that he “thought he would take a shot at an old cat while he was about it.”<|quote|>(Here the children interrupted Rudolph’s narrative by smo... | husband’s estate under all conditions. Cutter was tormented by the fear that Mrs. Cutter would live longer than he, and that eventually her “people,” whom he had always hated so violently, would inherit. Their quarrels on this subject passed the boundary of the close-growing cedars, and were heard in the street by whoe... | said, until he looked like a little old yellow monkey, for his beard and his fringe of hair never changed color. Mrs. Cutter remained flushed and wild-eyed as we had known her, but as the years passed she became afflicted with a shaking palsy which made her nervous nod continuous instead of occasional. Her hands were s... | seen a good many artists who were old and poor, making one glass of beer last all evening, and “it was not very nice, that.” When the boys came in from milking and feeding, the long table was laid, and two brown geese, stuffed with apples, were put down sizzling before Ántonia. She began to carve, and Rudolph, who sat ... | n’t let the children touch it the night before. He put his candy away in the cupboard, “for when she rains,” and glanced at the box, chuckling. “I guess you must have hear about how my family ain’t so small,” he said. Cuzak sat down behind the stove and watched his women-folk and the little children with equal amuseme... | so well, and in the way we knew so well. They grew to be very old people. He shriveled up, Ántonia said, until he looked like a little old yellow monkey, for his beard and his fringe of hair never changed color. Mrs. Cutter remained flushed and wild-eyed as we had known her, but as the years passed she became afflicted... | My Antonia |
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