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"Ain't you feelin' good?" her stepmother phlegmatically inquired from across the room, where she sat with a dish-pan in her lap, paring potatoes for supper. "No, ma'am," weakly answered Tillie. "Pop 'll be looking fur you out in the field." Tillie wearily closed her eyes and did not answer. Mrs. Getz looked up from her pan and let her glance rest for an instant upon the child's white, pained face.
"Anyhow, she's pretty much sick she looks it so! I guess I better mebbe not take no risks. I'll send fur Doc over. Sammy can go, then." "All right. Supper's ready now. You can come eat." She went to the door to call the children in front the porch and the lawn; and Mr. Getz again bent over the child. "Can you eat along, Tillie?" Tillie weakly shook her head. "Don't you feel fur your wittles?"
The doctor shook his head. "I'll do my darn best, Teacher, but Jake Getz he's that wonderful set. A little girl like Tillie couldn't never make no headway with Jake Getz standin' in her road. But anyways, Teacher, I pass you my promise I'll do what I can."
Tillie she didn't answer nothin'. Sometimes I do now think Tillie's some different to what other girls is." "I'd be glad," said Jacob Getz in a milder tone, "if she ain't set on havin' him. I was some oneasy she might take it a little hard when I tole her she darsent get married." "Och, Tillie she never takes nothin' hard," Mrs. Getz answered easily.
The turnips dropped into the pan, and Tillie raised her eyes to gaze incredulously into the face of her stepmother, who, with hands on her hips, stood looking down upon her. "Yes," went on Mrs. Getz, "that's what they done! A dumm thing like that! And after pop and Nathaniel Puntz they had spoke their speeches where they had ready, how Teacher he wasn't fit fur William Penn!
Abe Wackernagel, of the New Canaan hotel, was very fond, in the years that followed, of bragging to his transient guests of his niece who was the wife of "such a Millersville Normal perfessor Perfessor Fairchilds." And Mr. Jake Getz was scarcely less given to referring to his daughter "where is married to such a perfessor at the Normal." "But what do I get out of it?" he was wont ruefully to add.
Tillie, too, missed no least opportunity to plead her cause with them, not only by direct argument, but by the indirect means of doing her best possible work in her school. But both she and the doctor realized, as the weeks moved on, that they were working in vain; for Mr. Getz, in his statements to the directors, had appealed to some of their most deep-rooted prejudices.
"It's my fault," Miss Margaret hastened to say, "I made the children wait to bring me out here." "Well," conceded Mr. Getz, "then we'll leave it go this time." Miss Margaret now bent her mind to the difficult task of persuading this stubborn Pennsylvania Dutchman to accept her views as to what was for the highest and best good of his daughter.
There was unwonted animation in the usually stolid faces of the School Board to-night; for the members were roused to a lively appreciation of the situation as it related to Jake Getz.
"You are getting supper very early, aren't you? Miss Margaret asked, with a friendly attempt to make conversation. "No, we're some late. And I don't get it ready yet, I just start it. We're getting strangers fur supper." "Are you?" "Yes. Some of Mister's folks from East Bethel." "And are they strangers to you?" Mrs. Getz paused in her scraping of the fish to consider the question.
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