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Mother Bab answered only a mild "Yes," but her heart sang as she thought, "I believe she'll be plain some day, she and David. Perhaps they'll come together. But I'll not worry about them; I know their hearts are right." ANOTHER June came with its roses and perfume, but there was no Feast of Roses in Greenwald that June of 1918.
You can learn to dress, speak and act as people do in the great cities but are you sure that you want to do so?" "Want to! Why, I want to so bad that it hurts! I don't want to just go to country school and Greenwald High School and then live on a farm all the rest of my life and never get anywhere but to the store in Greenwald, to Lancaster several times a year, and to church every Sunday.
They give but one red rose, but all around are roses, roses, and it seems most fitting to call the unique occurrence the Feast of Roses. If ever the little town puts on royal garb it is on the Feast of Roses Sabbath. For days before the ceremony the homes of Greenwald are beehives of industry.
"But, mark my words, this is just the beginning. Before the thing's settled we'll be in it too." She shrank from the words. "Oh, no, not America! That would be too terrible. David might go then, and a lot of Greenwald boys oh, that would be awful!" "Yes! But it would be far more dreadful to have them sit back safe while others died for the freedom of the world.
He always gives me apples and chestnuts and things and he shows me birds' nests and I think he'll leave me have his mom, so long as he can have her too. I'll ask him once when I see him. I wonder who's goin' on the road to Greenwald." She gathered up her long skirt and stepped grandly across the bare floor of the attic. As she stood by the window a boyish whistle floated up to her.
"But we'll have lots to tell him when he comes back," she said. "And won't he be glad I can see!" IT was October of 1918 when David Eby alighted from the train at Greenwald and started out the country road to his home. He could not resist the temptation to run into the yard of the gray farmhouse and into the kitchen where Aunt Maria and Phœbe were working. "David!" "Why, David!"
Mebbe when you're old as I once and had your back near broke often as I had with hoein' and weedin' and plantin' in the garden you'll be glad when you can set in the house and sew. Ach, now, stop your cryin' and go finish your patchin' and when you're done I'll leave you go in to Greenwald for me to the store and to Granny Hogendobler."
Been to the store, ain't?" "Yes, pop. I went alone." "So? Why, you're getting a big girl, now you can go to Greenwald alone." "Ach," she laughed. "Why, it's just straight road." They crossed the porch and entered the kitchen hand-in-hand, the sunbonneted little girl and the big farmer.
But I guess it's different from Phildelphy. I was there once, in the Centennial, and it was so full everywheres. I like the country best. Can't anything beat this now, can it?" They reached the summit of the hill and paused. "No," said Miss Lee, "this is hard to beat. I love the view from this hill." "Ain't now" Aunt Maria smiled in approval "this here is about the nicest spot around Greenwald.
LANCASTER COUNTY never before looked so fertile, so lovely, as it did that April day when Phœbe returned to it after a long winter in Philadelphia. As she came unexpectedly there was no one to meet her at Greenwald. She started across the street and was soon on the dusty road leading to the gray farmhouse.
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