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The overture closed, my aunt released my coat sleeve, but she said nothing. She sat staring dully at the orchestra. What, I wondered, did she get from it? She had been a good pianist...

The matinee audience was made up chiefly of women. One lost the contour of faces and figures, indeed any effect of line whatever, and there was only the color of bodices past counting, the...

When my aunt appeared on the morning after her arrival in Boston, she was still in a semi-somnambulant state. She seemed not to realize that she was in the city where she had spent...

Whatever shock Mrs. Springer experienced at my aunt`s appearance, she considerately concealed. As for myself, I saw my aunt`s battered figure with that feeling of awe and respect with which we behold explorers who...

Willa Gather (1876-1947)Willa Sibert Cather was born at Winchester, Va., in 1876. She was for some years engaged in newspaper work, and was until 1912 associate editor of McClure`s Magazine. Her novels, My Antonia...

“Mr. Bullfrog,” said she, not unkindly, yet with all the decision of her strong character, “let me advise you to overcome this foolish weakness and prove yourself to the best of your ability as...

Of course this query could have no reference to my situation; yet, unreasonable as it may appear, I confess that my feelings were not altogether so ecstatic as when I first called Mrs. Bullfrog...

“Come, sir! bestir yourself! Help this rascal to set up the coach,” said the hobgoblin to me; then, with a terrific screech to three countrymen at a distance, “Here, you fellows! Ain`t you ashamed...

This was spoken in a more decided tone than I had happened to hear until then from my gentlest of all gentle brides. At the same time she put up her hand and took...

Besides the fundamental principle already hinted at, I demanded the fresh bloom of youth, pearly teeth, glossy ringlets, and the whole list of lovely items, with the utmost delicacy of habits and sentiments, a...