Just then the woman cried out.

An old woman stood in the doorway holding a lamp.

Inside on a wooden bunk lay a young Indian woman.

The woman in the kitchen motioned to the doctor that the water was hot.

There was a woman having a kid with a young girl holding a blanket over her and crying.

Mrs. Smith, who was a very large clean woman, said Liz Coates was the neatest girl she’d ever seen.

I had a dog⁠—at least I had him for a few days until he ran away⁠—and an old Dodge and a Finnish woman, who made my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove.