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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: paper by the table, looked up with friendly interest now and then.
The cedar was about five feet high and very shapely.
We hung it with the gingerbread animals, strings of popcorn,
and bits of candle which Fuchs had fitted into pasteboard sockets.
Its real splendours, however, came from the most unlikely place
in the world--from Otto's cowboy trunk. I had never seen anything
in that trunk but old boots and spurs and pistols, and a fascinating
mixture of yellow leather thongs, cartridges, and shoemaker's wax.
From under the lining he now produced a collection of brilliantly coloured
paper figures, several inches high and stiff enough to stand alone.
They had been sent to him year after year, by his old mother in Austria.
My Antonia |
