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Jelinek spoke in a persuasive tone to Mrs. Shimerda, and then turned to grandfather. “She says, Mr. Burden, she is very glad if you can make some prayer for him here in English, for the neighbors to understand.” Grandmother looked anxiously at grandfather. He took off his hat, and the other men did likewise. I thought his prayer remarkable. I still remember it.
Ambrosch be rich, too, after while, and he pay back. He is very smart boy. For Ambrosch my mama come here. Ambrosch was considered the important person in the family. Mrs. Shimerda and Antonia always deferred to him, though he was often surly with them and contemptuous toward his father. Ambrosch and his mother had everything their own way.
When I came up, he touched my shoulder and looked searchingly down into my face for several seconds. I became somewhat embarrassed, for I was used to being taken for granted by my elders. We went with Mr. Shimerda back to the dugout, where grandmother was waiting for me.
I never saw a girl work harder to go to housekeeping right and well-prepared. Lovely table-linen the Harlings had given her, and Lena Lingard had sent her nice things from Lincoln. We hemstitched all the tablecloths and pillow-cases, and some of the sheets. Old Mrs. Shimerda knit yards and yards of lace for her underclothes. Tony told me just how she meant to have everything in her house.
'He with the sod corn. She pointed toward the north, still standing in front of the cow as if she hoped to conceal it. 'His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter, said grandfather encouragingly. 'And where is Antonia? 'She go with. Mrs. Shimerda kept wiggling her bare feet about nervously in the dust. 'Very well. I will ride up there.
I want them to come over and help me cut my oats and wheat next month. I will pay them wages. Good morning. By the way, Mrs. Shimerda, he said as he turned up the path, 'I think we may as well call it square about the cow. She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that she did not understand, grandfather turned back. 'You need not pay me anything more; no more money. The cow is yours.
As grandfather had predicted, Mrs. Shimerda never saw the roads going over his head.
The Widow Steavens rode up from her farm eight miles down the Black Hawk road. The cold drove the women into the cave-house, and it was soon crowded. A fine, sleety snow was beginning to fall, and everyone was afraid of another storm and anxious to have the burial over with. Grandfather and Jelinek came to tell Mrs. Shimerda that it was time to start.
He play horn and violin, and he read so many books that the priests in Bohemie come to talk to him. You won't forget my father, Jim? 'No, I said, 'I will never forget him. Mrs. Shimerda asked me to stay for supper. After Ambrosch and Antonia had washed the field dust from their hands and faces at the wash-basin by the kitchen door, we sat down at the oilcloth-covered table. Mrs.
His effort to remember entirely absorbed him. At about four o'clock a visitor appeared: Mr. Shimerda, wearing his rabbit-skin cap and collar, and new mittens his wife had knitted. He had come to thank us for the presents, and for all grandmother's kindness to his family.
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