1 I put on my cap and ran out to meet Jake.
2 He stood in the little entry hall, the lantern and his fur cap under his arm, shaking hands with us.
3 He's made himself a rabbit-skin cap, Jim, and a rabbit-skin collar that he buttons on outside his coat.
4 She wore the boots her father had so thoughtfully taken off before he shot himself, and his old fur cap.
5 He always seemed pleased when he met people on the road, smiled and took off his cap to everyone, men as well as women.
6 At sight of grandmother, he snatched off his fur cap, greeting her in a deep, rolling voice which seemed older than he.
7 After supper I used to catch up my cap, stick my hands in my pockets, and dive through the willow hedge as if witches were after me.
8 At about four o'clock a visitor appeared: Mr. Shimerda, wearing his rabbit-skin cap and collar, and new mittens his wife had knitted.
9 When one passed an old man, one could see nothing of his face but a red nose sticking out between a frosted beard and a long plush cap.
10 We stood about watching them, and the powdery snow lay without melting on the caps and shoulders of the men and the shawls of the women.
11 It was there I first saw him, sitting on a low bench by the door, his plush cap in his hands, his bare feet tucked apologetically under the seat.
12 In winter she wore a sealskin coat and cap, and she and Mr. Harling used to walk home together in the evening, talking about grain-cars and cattle, like two men.
13 The men were out in the fields all day, husking corn, and when they came in at noon, with long caps pulled down over their ears and their feet in red-lined overshoes, I used to think they were like Arctic explorers.
14 At the end of his run he stepped indifferently from the train along with the passengers, his street hat on his head and his conductor's cap in an alligator-skin bag, went directly into the station and changed his clothes.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: II 15 On Sunday mornings one could see him out at the fair grounds, speeding around the race-course in his trotting-buggy, wearing yellow gloves and a black-and-white-check travelling cap, his whiskers blowing back in the breeze.
16 Mrs. Harling gave us a lively account of Ambrosch's behaviour throughout the interview; how he kept jumping up and putting on his cap as if he were through with the whole business, and how his mother tweaked his coat-tail and prompted him in Bohemian.
17 On his way home from his dull call, he would perhaps meet Tony and Lena, coming along the sidewalk whispering to each other, or the three Bohemian Marys in their long plush coats and caps, comporting themselves with a dignity that only made their eventful histories the more piquant.
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