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"Oh" the child lifted her tear-stained face "and dare I really go to Greenwald when I'm done?" "Yes. I need some sugar yet and you dare order it. And you can get me some thread and then stop at Granny Hogendobler's and ask her to come out to-morrow and help with the strawberry jelly. I got so much to make and it comes good to Granny if she gets away for a little change." "Then I'll patch quick!"
Phœbe pushed her way gently through the crowd at the door and stood in the aisle until an usher saw her and directed her to a seat near the organ. The pink in her cheeks grew deeper. "I'll sing my best for Greenwald and the Feast of Roses," she thought. "And for David! He's in the crowd. He said he's coming to hear me sing." At the appointed hour the pipe-organ pealed out.
He's handsome. I never before met a man like him. His magnetic smile, his low voice attracted me right away. After he piloted us through the crowded depot and into a taxicab Miss Lee began to ask me questions about Greenwald and the people she knows there. I felt rather timid, for I was conscious of the appraising eyes of her cousin.
It's most as much fun as goin' in to Lancaster, only there I go in a trolley and I see black niggers" she spoke the word with a little shiver, for Greenwald had no negro residents "and once in there me and Aunt Maria saw a Chinaman with a long plait like a girl's hangin' down his back!" After asking for the mail at the post-office she turned homeward, feeling like singing from sheer happiness.
"We must go now. There's a train at eight-twenty-one gets to Lancaster at ten-forty-five and we'll get the last car out to Greenwald and Phares will meet us and drive us home." I asked about the home folks as I watched David adjust Mother Bab's shawl. He looked older and worried. I suppose he was disappointed because the Big Doctor didn't promise a quick cure for Mother Bab's eyes.
"Why, Phares," she called, "you goin' to Greenwald?" "Yes. Anything I can do for you?" "Ach no. Phœbe was in the other day. But come in once, Phares, I'll tell you something about her." "Where is Phœbe?" he asked as he joined Aunt Maria in the garden. "Over at the quarry again. But I must tell you, she's goin' to Phildelphy to study singin'. She asked her pop and he said she dare."
I never saw you sitting down early on a Friday afternoon." Aunt Maria laughed. "I ain't sick! You can see what I'm doin'; I'm knittin'. Ain't you learned to do it yet? I can learn you." "Why, I know how. But what are you knitting? For the Red Cross?" "Why not? You think the ladies in Phildelphy are the only ones do that? There's a Red Cross in Greenwald and they are askin' all who can to help.
So I went to Greenwald and bought the fattest note-book I could find and I'm going to write in you all of my joys let's hope there won't be any sorrows and all of my pleasures and all about my impressions of places and people in this great, wonderful City of Brotherly Love.
But now my patch is done and I dare to go to Greenwald. That's a vonderful nice walk." A moment later she stood again in the big kitchen. "See," she said, "now I got them all done. And little stitches, too, so nobody won't catch their toes in 'em when they sleep, like you used to tell me still when I first begun to sew." The woman smiled. "Now you're a good girl, Phœbe.
I am very glad to meet you, Miss Metz. It is very kind of you to invite me to go with you." "Ach, that's nothing. You're welcome enough. We always have much company when church is on the hill. This is a nice day, so I guess church will be full. I hope so, anyway, for I got ready for company for dinner. But how do you like Greenwald?" "Very well, indeed. It is beautiful here." "Ain't!
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