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Updated: June 6, 2025
"I was afraid mebbe something happened to you, with so many streets to go across and so many teams all the time and the automobiles." "Ach, I look both ways still before I start over. Granny Hogendobler said she'll get out early." "So. What did she have to say?" "Ach, lots. She showed me her flowers. Ain't it too bad, now, that her little girl died and her boy went away?"
"I don't believe I shall, so long as the dresses are to be worn in Philadelphia. Granny Hogendobler is coming out, too. Will you come?" "I'll be glad to. David can eat his dinner at his aunt's." They entered the house and sat in the sitting-room, a room dear to both because of its association with many happy hours. "I love this room," Phœbe said.
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."
Did a lover of flowers covet a new phlox or dahlia or other old-fashioned flower, Granny Hogendobler was ready to give of her stock. Should a young wife desire a recipe for crullers, shoo-fly pie, or other delectable dish, Granny had a wealth of reliable recipes at her tongue's end.
"Be sure, yes," agreed Granny Hogendobler; "it don't do to be too strict." "Mebbe so," said the other women, with various shades of understanding in their words. Phœbe looked gratefully into the face of Granny Hogendobler, then she turned to David's mother and spoke to her as though there were no others present in the room. "You know, don't you, how little girls like to play?
Granny Hogendobler could have told of the hours Phœbe spent with her consoling her for the absence of Nason, mitigating the cruel stabs of the thoughtless people who condemned him, comforting with the assurance that he would return to his home some day. Old Aaron loved the girl and found her always ready to listen to his hackneyed story of the battle of Gettysburg.
Where am I goin'?" she remembered his question. "Why, to the store and to Granny Hogendobler and the post-office " "Jimminy Crickets!" The boy stood still. "That's where I'm to go! Me and mom both forgot about it. Mom wants a money order and said I'm to get it the first time I go to town and here I am without the money. It's home up the hill again for me."
"I said to old Aaron Hogendobler yesterday that I'm ashamed I have a German name and some German ancestors, even if they did come to this country before the Revolution, and he said no one need feel shame at that, but every American who is not one hundred per cent American should die from shame.
"Yes, a little, all but Granny Hogendobler and your mom Mother Bab, I mean. Isn't it funny to get a mother when you didn't have one for so long?" "Guess so." "But, David, will you help me? I can't fix my hair and Aunt Maria is so mad at me she said I can just fix it myself. The plaits won't come right at all. Will you help me, please?"
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.
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