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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: That is what their elders are always forgetting.
It must have been in June, for Mrs. Harling and Antonia
were preserving cherries, when I stopped one morning
to tell them that a dancing pavilion had come to town.
I had seen two drays hauling the canvas and painted poles up
from the depot.
That afternoon three cheerful-looking Italians strolled about Black Hawk,
looking at everything, and with them was a dark, stout woman who wore
a long gold watch-chain about her neck and carried a black lace parasol.
They seemed especially interested in children and vacant lots. When I
overtook them and stopped to say a word, I found them affable and confiding.
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