Chapter 22 No.22

"I won't have none of your weevily wheat, and I won't have none of your barley,

But I'll take a measure of fine white flour, to make a cake for Charley."

We were singing rhymes to tease ántonia while she was beating up one of Charley's favorite cakes in her big mixing-bowl. It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to q