Aunt Em had just come out of the house to water the cabbages when she looked up and saw Dorothy running toward her.
But unto Cain and to his offering he had not respect. And Cain was very wroth, and his countenance fell.
... his heaven—the organ and confabulist of angels and spirits, their ideal brother.
The barbecue cook, wearing a dirty white apron, his conked hair reddish and metallic in the pale sun, and a cigarette between his lips, stood in the doorway, watching them.
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