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Updated: June 11, 2025
We was lucky if we got to the country school regular, and we got through the world so far!" "But Maria," her brother spoke gently, "you know things have changed since we went to school. The world don't stay the same." "But to learn music!" she placed a scornful accent on the last word. "What good will that do? And can't any one in Greenwald or Lancaster, even, learn her to sing?
Every Memorial Day he dressed in his venerated blue uniform and carried the flag down the dusty streets of Greenwald, out to the dustier road to a spot a mile from the heart of the town, where, on a sunny hilltop, some of his comrades rested in the Silent City. Only the infirm and the ill of the town failed to run to look as the little procession passed down the street.
Will men never learn that girls who are worth getting are not looking so much for money but the man. The young can't see the depth and fullness of love. I've tried to teach David, but I suppose there's some things he must learn for himself." A WEEK later Phares and Phœbe drove into the barnyard of a farm six miles from Greenwald, where the old-fashioned sale was scheduled to be held.
The old home stood facing the road that led northward to the little town of Greenwald. Southward the road curved and wound itself about a steep hill, sent its branches right and left to numerous farms while it, still twisting and turning, went on to the nearest city, Lancaster, ten miles distant. The Metz farm was just outside the southern limits of the town of Greenwald.
After wearing Greenwald hats all my life this one was coming to me. But my thoughts are not all of frivolous matters. I have taken advantage of some of the opportunities Philadelphia offers to improve my mind and broaden my vision. I've been to lectures and plays and enjoyed them all. I asked Royal to-day why he never worked. He laughed and said I was an inquisitive Bluebird.
I roasted it yesterday, so it needs just a good heating to-day." "Shall I take the sweet potatoes off, Maria?" "Yes, they're brown enough, and the coffee's about done, and plenty of it, too." "And it smells good, too," chorused several women. "It's just twenty-eight cent coffee; I get it in Greenwald. I guess the things can be put out now. Call the men, Susan."
He paused a moment on the summit and looked back at the town of Greenwald, then almost ran down the road to his home. He whistled his old greeting whistle. "Here, David, I'm on the porch," came his mother's voice. "Mommie," he cried gaily as he took her into his arms, "I knew you'd be looking for me." Then for the first time since his father's death he heard his mother sob.
"AUNT MARIA said I dare look around a little," thought Phœbe as she neared the big store on the Square. Her heart beat more quickly as she turned the knob of the heavy door little things still thrilled her, going to the store in Greenwald was an event!
You just make me laugh all the time. But it's mean, now, that you are so dumb to forget and have to go back. I thought I'd have nice company all the ways in, but mebbe I'll see you in Greenwald." "Mebbe. Goo'bye," said the boy and turned to the hill again. Phœbe stood a moment and looked after him. "My," she said to herself, "but David Eby is a vonderful nice boy!"
"Why, be sure I do! I just like them roses vonderful much. We got 'em too, big bushes of 'em, but Aunt Maria won't let me pull none off. Where'd you get yourn?" "We got lots. Mom lets me pull off all I want. You pin it on and be decorated for Greenwald. Where all you going, Phœbe?" "And I say thanks, too, David, for the rose," she said as she pinned the rose to her dress. "Um, it smells good!
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