1 I resumed all my chores, carried in the cobs and wood and water, and spent the afternoons at the barn, watching Jake shell corn with a hand-sheller.
2 I knew, too, that Ambrosch put upon her some chores a girl ought not to do, and that the farm-hands around the country joked in a nasty way about it.
3 Mrs. Shimerda then drove the second cultivator; she and Antonia worked in the fields all day and did the chores at night.
4 I began to feel the loneliness of the farm-boy at evening, when the chores seem everlastingly the same, and the world so far away.
5 He didn't answer, went round doing the evening chores, with a quiet, inevitable sort of motion.
6 We sat and talked that night after the chores were done.