“She threw the package into the stove, but I bit off a corner of one of the chips I held in my hand, and chewed it tentatively. I never forgot the strange taste; though it was many years before I knew that those little brown shavings, which the Shimerdas had brought so far and treasured so jealously, were dried mushrooms. They had been gathered, probably, in some deep Bohemian forest….” (Cather).
page 52- My copy isn’t from the bookstore, but this is the last paragraph before Chapter XI.
There are many instances thoroughout book I where the Shimerdas are jealous of what Jimmy’s grandparents have. The Shimerdas know that life for them in America will be hard, unlike Bohemia. In this instance, however, I felt that it was rude of the grandmother to throw the mushrooms away. Food was scarce; she should have tried harder to refuse the gift than to take it knowing she would simply toss it out.