On the farm the weather was the great fact, and men's affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the ice.
"More than him has done that," said Antonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent.
The land belongs to the future.
How terrible it was to love people when you could not really share their lives!
People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again—but it finds a tougher surface.
There was a new kind of strength in the gravity of her face, and her colors still gave her that look of deep-seated health and ardor.