"(The Rosickys) had been at one accord not to hurry through life, not to be always skimping and saving. They saw their neighbors buy more and more land and feed more stock than they did, without discontent. Once when the creamery agent came to the Rosickys to persuade them to sell him their cream, he told them how much the Fasslers, their nearest neighbors, had made on their cream last year. 'Yes,' said Mary, 'and look at them Fassler children! Pale, pinched little things, they look like skimmed milk. I'd rather put some colour into my children's faces than put money into the bank.'"
Found in Nourishing Traditions, from Willa Cather, Neighbour Rosicky.
Monday, May 5, 2008
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