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Updated: September 4, 2025
"Oh, Mother Bab," she cried breathlessly one day in autumn as she ran back from the gate after a visit from the postman, "it's a letter from France!" Phares Eby and his mother ran at the news and the four stood, an eager group, as Phœbe opened the letter. "Read it, Phœbe! He's over safely!" Mother Bab's voice was eager. "I I can't read it. I'm too excited. I can't get my breath.
Eby would almost faint if she knew so much money was going to be spent for her. She knows that many hospitals have free rooms and thinks some operations are free. I left her under that impression. You understand?" The big doctor understood. "Yes, I see. Well, we'll run this one chance to cover and make a fight. I wish I could promise more," he said. "Thank you. I know you'll succeed.
He said you mentioned some time ago that you'd like to go to a real old-fashioned one and he heard of one coming off next week and thought you might like to go." "I surely want to go. Don't you want to come, too, David? And Mother Bab?" But David shook his head. "And spoil Phares's party," he said. "Phares wouldn't thank us." Phœbe shrugged her shoulders. "Ach, David Eby, you're silly!
She felt a glow of satisfaction as she looked at the dress so simply, yet fashionably, made. "For once in my life I have a dress I like," she thought. After supper, just as she was ready to dress for the great event, Phares Eby came to the gray farmhouse. The years had changed the solemn, serious boy into a more solemn, serious man. Tall and broad-shouldered, he was every inch a man in appearance.
I heard one woman say in the store that she has to get ready for a lot of company still for every person she knows, most, comes to visit her that Sunday and she's got to cook and wash dishes all day. I guess she's glad it's over for another year." DAVID EBY had spent the day at Lancaster and returned to Greenwald at seven-thirty.
The walks between the garden beds were trim and weedless, the yard and buildings well kept, and the entire little farm gave evidence that the reputed Pennsylvania Dutch thrift and neatness were present there. Adjoining the farm of Mother Bab was the farm of her brother-in-law, the father of Phares Eby. This was one of the best known in the community.
"Did I ever!" exclaimed the mother of Phares Eby. "I-to-goodness!" laughed Granny Hogendobler. "Vanity, vanity, all is vanity," quoted one of the other women. "Come here, Phœbe," said the mother of David Eby, and that woman, a thin, alert little person with tender, kindly eyes, drew the unhappy little girl to her.
"Ten," answered Phares Eby. Phœbe gave a start of surprise as the preacher's voice came in answer to the entreaty of the auctioneer. "Phares," she whispered, "I didn't mean that I want to buy it." "I am buying it," he said calmly, an inscrutable smile in his eyes. "You like it, don't you?" She felt a vague uneasiness at his words, at the new sound of tenderness in his voice.
"Sometimes he gets discouraged; Phares's crops always seem to do better than David's, yet David works just as hard. But Phares plants no tobacco." At that moment Phares Eby himself came into the room where the two sat. He appeared a trifle embarrassed when he saw Phœbe.
I like her now and I'm goin' to be a good girl for her and when I grow up I wish I'd be just like her, just esactly like her." David Eby waited until he was certain no harm was coming to Phœbe. He heard her say, "Now I do like you" and knew that the matter was being settled satisfactorily. Relieved, yet ashamed of his eavesdropping, he ran down the road toward his home.
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