In cold blood passage page 272

But you might say a sight different if the place was your own.

The older boy was headed for college in the autumn. Clutter had of necessity learned to cook; either he or Nancy, but principally Nancy, prepared the family meals.

Time rarely weighed upon him, for he had many methods of passing it—among them mirror gazing. It was as though the Indian blood had routed every trace of the Celtic strain.

Tonight, having dried and brushed her hair and bound it in a gauzy bandanna, she set out the clothes she intended to wear to church the next morning: nylons, black pumps, a red velveteen dress--her prettiest, which she herself had made. I knelt down beside Mr. Walter Huston.