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Updated: June 11, 2025
The girl laughed suddenly in spite of herself "Ach, David, you're awful simple! Abody has to laugh at you. I was mad, for when I was in Greenwald I was smellin' a rose, that pink rose you gave me, and some lady on Mollie Stern's porch laughed at me and called me a LITTLE DUTCHIE! Now wouldn't you got mad for that?" But David threw back his head and laughed.
"Now eat," she invited. "But, ach, I just thought of it you said you come from Greenwald then I guess you know about Caleb Warner dying, killing himself, or something." "Caleb Warner dying!" David echoed. He half started from his chair, then sank with a visible effort at self-control. "Yes. I guess you know him.
It was a perfect September day when she left the gray farmhouse, drove in the country road and stood with her father, Aunt Maria, Mother Bab, David and Phares at the railroad station in Greenwald and waited for the noon train to Philadelphia.
It's all right to expect older people to do nothing more exciting than go to Greenwald to the store, to church every Sunday, to an occasional quilting or carpet-rag party, and to Lancaster to shop several times a year, but the younger generation needs other things." "I guess you mean it can't be Lent all the time for you," she suggested with a smile. "I just knew you'd understand."
On the summit she climbed the rail fence and perched in the cool shade for a little while and looked out over the valley where the town of Greenwald lay. "It's lovely here, and I'm wondering how I can be happy when I know that I am going to leave it soon and go to the city for a long winter away from my home.
Phœbe was a student in the Greenwald High School when the war clouds broke over Europe and the world seemed to go mad in a whirl. She hurried to Old Aaron for his opinion on the terrible war. "Isn't it awful," she said to him, "that so many nations are flying at each other's throats? And in these days of our boasted civilization!" "Awful," he agreed.
Many little girls, some smaller than she, came to church every Sunday wearing silk bonnets like their elders! she felt grateful for her hat any hat! Tugging at the elastic under her chin, then smoothing her handkerchief and placing it in her sleeve she had seen Miss Lee dispose of a handkerchief in that way she walked to the little green gate and watched the road leading from Greenwald.
And pop's going to bring me new hair-ribbons from Greenwald, pretty blue ones, I asked him to bring, and nice and wide" she opened her hands in imaginary picturing of the width of the new ribbons "but most of all," she hastened to add as she saw an expression of displeasure on her aunt's face, "I'd like to have a party all to myself.
Put your patches away nice and you dare go to Greenwald." "Where all shall I go?" "Go first to Granny Hogendobler; that's right on the way to the store. You ask her to come out to-morrow morning early if she wants to help with the berries." "Dare I stay a little?" "If you want. But don't you go bringin' any more slips of flowers to plant or any seeds.
She was glad when they reached familiar fields and were on the road near Greenwald. "Will you come in?" she invited as she left the carriage. "No. I better go right home." "I'll divide the flowers, David." "Oh, keep them all." "No, indeed. Mother Bab would be disappointed if you brought her none."
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