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Updated: May 11, 2025
Abody'd think you was born in a sawmill! The strawberry smell gets all over the house." Phœbe turned alertly and closed the door. Then she soliloquized, "I don't see why there has to be doors on the inside of houses. I like to smell the good things all over the house, but then it's Aunt Maria's boss, not me." Maria Metz shook her head as she returned to her berries.
"Ach," she laughed as she pushed his face away gently. "They say still there ain't no fools like old ones. I guess we're some." "All right, we don't care, long as we like it. Here," he spoke to the horse, "giddap with you! Abody'd think you was restin' 'stead of goin' to market. We'll be late for sure this morning." His mittened hands flapped the reins and the horse quickened his steps.
Abody'd hardly know me." Mrs. Reist in her plain gray Mennonite dress and stiff black silk bonnet was, as usual, an attractive figure. Philip, grown to the dignity of long trousers, carried himself with all the poise of seventeen. He was now a student in the Lancaster High School and had he not learned to dress and act like city boys do!
In spite of Aunt Rebecca's protest, green corn and ripe apples were soon encased in thick layers of mud and poked upon the glowing bed under the kettle. "Abody'd think none o' you had breakfast," she said sternly. "Ach," said Mrs. Reist, "these just taste better because they're wrapped in mud. I used to do that at home when I was little." "Well, I never did.
After the dishes were washed Aunt Rebecca said, "Now then, we'll go in the parlor." "Oh, in the parlor!" exclaimed Amanda. "Why, abody'd think we was company. You don't often take us in the parlor." "Ach, well, you won't make no dirt and I just thought to-day, once, I'd take you in the parlor to sit a while. It don't get used hardly. Wait till I open the shutters."
You got two legs and no crutches! I thought you lost a leg." "I did," he said, smiling, "but Uncle Sam gave me another one." "Why, abody'd hardly know it. Ain't, Phœbe, he just limps a little? Now I bet your mom'll be glad to see you to have you back again, I mean." "Yes. I can't wait to get up the hill. I must go now. I'll be down later, Phœbe," he added. "All right," she said quietly.
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