One Hundred Years of Solitude

and her merry vitality
overflowed the four walls of
the bedroom and went like a
whirlwind of good health
along the porch with the
begonias: She would start
singing at dawn. She was the
only person who dared
intervene in the arguments
between Rebeca and
Amaranta. She plunged into
the fatiguing chore of taking
care of José Arcadio Buendía.
She would bring him his