While the horses drew in the water, and nosed each other, and then drank again, Antonia sat down on the windmill step and rested her head on her hand. I came to ask you something, Tony. Grandmother wants to know if you can't go to the term of school that begins next week over at the sod schoolhouse. I can work like mans now. My mother can't say no more how Ambrosch do all and nobody to help him.
School is all right for little boys.
I saw that she was crying. She turned her face from me and looked off at the red streak of dying light, over the dark prairie. We walked slowly back toward the house. Ambrosch had come in from the north quarter, and was watering his oxen at the tank. After the mush we had fresh bread and sorghum molasses, and coffee with the cake that had been kept warm in the feathers.