"Very glad, very glad!" she ejaculated.
Immediately she pointed to the bank out of
which she had emerged and said, "House no
good, house no good!"

Grandmother nodded consolingly. You'll
get fixed up comfortable after while, Mrs.
Shimerda; make good house."

My grandmother always spoke in a very
loud tone to foreigners, as if they were deaf.
She made Mrs. Shimerda understand the
friendly intention of our visit, and the Bohe-
mian woman handled the loaves of bread and
even smelled them, and examined the pies
with lively curiosity, exclaiming, "Much good,
much thank!" -- and again she wrung grand-
mother's hand.

The oldest son, Ambroz, -- they called it
Ambrosch, -- came out of the cave and stood
beside his mother. He was nineteen years old,
short and broad-backed, with a close-cropped,
flat head, and a wide, flat face. His hazel eyes
were little and shrewd, like his mother's, but
more sly and suspicious; they fairly snapped
at the food. The family had been living on
corncakes and sorghum molasses for three
days.

The little girl was pretty, but An-tonia --

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