Obscure Destinies by Willa Cather — Read

Mrs. David Rosen, cross-stitch in hand, sat looking out of the window across her own green lawn to the ragged, sunburned back yard of her neighbours on the right. Occasionally she glanced anxiously over her shoulder toward her shining kitchen, with a black and white linoleum floor in big squares, like a marble pavement.

-"Will dat woman never go?" she muttered impatiently, just under her breath. She spoke with a slight accent--it affected only her th's, and, occasionally, the letter v. But people in Skyline thought this unfortunate, in a woman whose superiority they recognized.