1 Stop at the Widow Steavens's for dinner.
2 I heard you were at Mrs. Steavens's last night.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: IV 3 When I drew up to our old windmill, the Widow Steavens came out to meet me.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: III 4 The Widow Steavens rode up from her farm eight miles down the Black Hawk road.
5 She leaned her head on her hands, poor child, and said, "I just don't know, Mrs. Steavens."
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: III 6 Mrs. Steavens, who now lived on our farm, grew as fond of Antonia as we had been, and always brought us news of her.
7 ON THE FIRST OR second day of August I got a horse and cart and set out for the high country, to visit the Widow Steavens.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: III 8 After supper Mrs. Steavens and I went upstairs to the old sitting-room, while her grave, silent brother remained in the basement to read his farm papers.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: III 9 Accordingly our homestead was rented to 'that good woman, the Widow Steavens,' and her bachelor brother, and we bought Preacher White's house, at the north end of Black Hawk.
10 Before these callers were gone, the brother of the Widow Steavens, who lived on the Black Hawk road, drew up at our door, and after him came the father of the German family, our nearest neighbours on the south.
11 She was thinner than I had ever seen her, and looked as Mrs. Steavens said, 'worked down,' but there was a new kind of strength in the gravity of her face, and her colour still gave her that look of deep-seated health and ardour.
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