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Updated: June 23, 2025
I ain't leavin' you follow no such nonsense as to turn plain. That don't belong to us Getzes. We're Evangelicals this long time a'ready." "Aunty Em was a Getz, and SHE's gave herself up long ago." "Well, she's the only one by the name Getz that I ever knowed to be so foolish! I'm an Evangelical, and what's good enough fur your pop will do YOU, I guess!"
Coming closer, Herman saw that it was a horse and rider, evidently waiting for him. "Howdy, Jockey Walsh!" called a voice. The shortest cut to an exercise boy's heart is to address him as Jockey. Herman's heart warmed toward this stranger, and he drew alongside, trying to make out his features in the darkness. "'Taint Walsh," said Herman, not without regret. "It's Getz." "Jockey Getz?
With Tillie, they were in doubt as to how Jake Getz would receive the news. "Is they a' applicant?" he inquired on his arrival. "Why, to be sure," said Nathaniel Puntz. "What fur would it be worth while to waste time meetin' to elect her if they ain't none?" "Then she's a female, is she?" "Well, she ain't no male, anyways, nor no Harvard gradyate, neither. If she was, I wouldn't wote fur her!"
"If Tillie did get smallpox," Mrs. Getz here broke in, "would she mebbe have to be took to the pest-house?" Tillie started, and her feverish eyes sought in the face of the doctor to know what dreadful place a "pest-house" might be. "Whether she'd have to be took to the pest-house?" the doctor inquiringly repeated. "Yes, if she took the smallpox. But she ain't takin' it. You needn't worry."
Getz, mechanically moving about the kitchen to get the supper, paused in her work only long enough to remark with stupid astonishment, "Did you, now, get religion, Tillie?" "Yes, ma'am. I've gave myself up." "Where did you come by the plain dress?" "Aunty Em bought it for me and helped me make it."
"I heard the Doc talkin' there's smallpox handy to us, only a mile away at New Canaan," said Getz, a note of anxiety in his voice that made the sick child wearily marvel. Why was he anxious about her? she wondered. It wasn't because he liked her, as Miss Margaret did. He was afraid of catching smallpox himself, perhaps.
Strange to say, Fairchilds's going, instead of pleasing Mr. Getz, was only an added offense to both him and Absalom.
Jacob Getz, though spoken of in the neighborhood as being "wonderful near," which means very penurious, and considered by the more gentle-minded Amish and Mennonites of the township to be "overly strict" with his family and "too ready with the strap still," was nevertheless highly respected as one who worked hard and was prosperous, lived economically, honestly, and in the fear of the Lord, and was "laying by."
"Och, yes, she's familiar with us," replied Joseph Kettering, the Amishman, who was president of the Board. "Why ain't she familiar with me, then?" Getz inquired, looking bewildered, as the president opened the ink-bottle that stood on the table about which they sat, and distributed slips of paper. "Well, that's some different again, too," facetiously answered Joseph Kettering.
The doctor expressed his overflowing feelings by giving Fairchilds a resounding slap on the shoulders. "By gum, I'd like to be behind the skeens and witness Jake Getz gettin' fooled ag'in! This is the most fun I had since I got 'em to wote you five dollars a month extry, Teacher!" he chuckled. "Golly! I'm glad you got here in time!
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