versation in a deep baritone voice. He was six
foot two, and had a chest like a young black-
smith. "We went to the big dance in the hall
behind the saloon last night, mother, and I
danced with all the girls, and so did father. I
never saw so many pretty girls. It was a Bo-
hunk crowd, for sure. We didn't hear a word
of English on the street, except from the show
people, did we, papa?"

Cuzak nodded. "And very many send
word to you, Antonia. You will excuse" --
turning to me -- "if I tell her." While we
walked toward the house he related incidents
and delivered messages in the tongue he spoke
fluently, and I dropped a little behind, curious
to know what their relations had become --
or remained. The two seemed to be on terms
of easy friendliness, touched with humor.
Clearly, she was the impulse, and he the cor-
rective. As they went up the hill he kept
glancing at her sidewise, to see whether she
got his point, or how she received it. I no-
ticed later that he always looked at people
sidewise, as a work-horse does at its yoke-mate.
Even when he sat opposite me in the kitchen,
talking, he would turn his head a little toward
the clock or the stove and look at me from

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