You adore fires, and you'd love to see one close to. Put a waterproof on and a black shawl over your head. Then if anybody notices you, they'll think you're a muchacha from Spanish town. As I am a boy, I can protect you beautifully (Atherton, 312).
She dragged the unresisting Magdalena into the room, arrayed her in a waterproof, and pinned a black shawl tightly about the small brown face. 'There!' she said triumphantly, 'you look like a poor little greaser, for all the world (Atherton, 312-313).
Her Spanish dignity was aghast, but her newborn creative instinct stung her spirit into a sudden overpowering desire for dramatic incident. 'Yes, I'll go,' she whispered, closer to excitement than Helena had ever, save once, seen her. 'I'll go'...(Atherton, 313).
Atherton, Gertrude, The Californians, pgs. 311-320.
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ReplyDeleteIn the end, I didn't finish reading this story and didn't even do my analysis. I misunderstood the grace period time and, well... Too late.
This story seemed to be a good one, though. I found it funny that Helena dressed as a boy ha-ha, also I wanted to know what was this fire that they were talking about. Was it like a firework show?