Intensive Study 4 She could have begged at the church door or entered a home for the penniless and aged. but there was in her a certain pride and love of labor with which many members of the labor force have been blessed The old woman did not want to become a burden and so she bore her burden
Intensive Study 4 She could have begged at the church door or entered a home for the penniless and aged. But there was in her a certain pride and love of labor with which many members of the labor force have been blessed. The old woman did not want to become a burden, and so she bore her burden
Intensive Study 5 The woman had a son who was rich. he was as hamed of his mother and never came to see her. nor did he ever give her money the old woman told this without bitterness. when the son got married, the wedding took place in a church. The son had not invited the old mother to his wedding, but she went to the church anyway and waited at the steps to see her son lead the bride to the altar
Intensive Study 5 The woman had a son who was rich. He was ashamed of his mother, and never came to see her. Nor did he ever give her money. The old woman told this without bitterness. When the son got married, the wedding took place in a church. The son had not invited the old mother to his wedding, but she went to the church anyway and waited at the steps to see her son lead the bride to the altar
Intensive Study 6 One day the washwoman, now nearly eighty years old, came to our house. a good deal of laundry had accumulated during the past weeks. Mother gave her a pot of tea to warm herself. as well as some bread the old woman sat on a kitchen chair trembling and shaking, and warmed her hands against the teapot. her fingernails were strangely white These hands spoke of the stubbornness of mankind, of the will to work not only as one's strength permits but beyond the limits of ones power. It was sad to watch the old woman stagger out with the big bundle and disappear
Intensive Study 6 One day the washwoman, now nearly eighty years old, came to our house. A good deal of laundry had accumulated during the past weeks. Mother gave her a pot of tea to warm herself, as well as some bread. The old woman sat on a kitchen chair trembling and shaking, and warmed her hands against the teapot. Her fingernails were strangely white. These hands spoke of the stubbornness of mankind, of the will to work not only as one’s strength permits but beyond the limits of one’s power. It was sad to watch the old woman stagger out with the big bundle and disappear
Intensive Study 7 Usually the woman brought back the wash after two or, at the most, three weeks. But three weeks passed, then four and five, and nothing was heard of the old woman. 8 For us the washwoman's absence was a catastrophe. We needed the laundry We did not even know the womans address. It seemed certain that she had collapsed, died Mother declared she had had a premonition that we would never see our things again. We mourned, both for the laundry and for the old woman who had grown close to us through the years she had served us so faithfully
Intensive Study 7 Usually the woman brought back the wash after two or, at the most, three weeks. But three weeks passed, then four and five, and nothing was heard of the old woman. 8 For us the washwoman’s absence was a catastrophe. We needed the laundry. We did not even know the woman’s address. It seemed certain that she had collapsed, died. Mother declared she had had a premonition that we would never see our things again. We mourned, both for the laundry and for the old woman who had grown close to us through the years she had served us so faithfully
Intensive Study 9 More than two months passed. One evening, while mother was sitting near the lamp mending a shirt, the door opened and a small puff of steam, follo wed by a huge bundle, entered Under the bundle tottered the old woman her face as white as a linen sheet. Mother uttered a half-choked cry, as though a corpse had entered the room. i ran toward the old woman and helped her unload her bundle. she was even thinner now, more bent. She could not utter a clear word but mumbled something with her sunken mouth and pale lips
Intensive Study 9 More than two months passed. One evening, while Mother was sitting near the lamp mending a shirt, the door opened and a small puff of steam, followed by a huge bundle, entered. Under the bundle tottered the old woman, her face as white as a linen sheet. Mother uttered a half-choked cry, as though a corpse had entered the room. I ran toward the old woman and helped her unload her bundle. She was even thinner now, more bent. She could not utter a clear word, but mumbled something with her sunken mouth and pale lips