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 from Wilber on the noon train.

"We'll only have a lunch at noon," An-
tonia 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 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 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 cry-

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