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He had not forgotten the dark eyes of Isabel smiling to him over the pink azaleas. "Where you goin', Mart?" asked his mother. "Over to Landisville to church?" "No just out for a little while." "Take me with," coaxed the littlest Landis, now five years old and the ninth in line. "Ach, go on!" spoke up an older Landis boy, "what d'you think Mart wants with you? He's goin' to see his girl.
As they came to Landisville and drove into the big churchyard there were already many carriages standing in the shade of the long open shed and numerous automobiles parked in the sunny yard. A few minutes later they entered the big brick meeting-house and sat down in the calm of the sanctuary.
After these services were concluded feet-washing began by reading the passage from the 13th chapter of John on the subject, and this was followed by many remarks. These discourses were followed by the announcement, "Next Sunday there will be bread-breaking at Landisville." Now arose a confusion from carrying out benches, from arranging others in two long rows facing each other, etc.
But mebbe when he dies once and his wife gets the money in her hand she'll let it fly." However, when Jonas Miller died and left the hoarded money to his wife she did not let it fly. She rented the big farm and moved to the little old-fashioned house in Landisville a little house whose outward appearance might have easily proclaimed its tenant poor.
First came the wish that all real estate be sold, that personal property be given to her sister, the sum of five hundred dollars be given to the Mennonite Church at Landisville for the upkeep of the burial ground.
Mertzheimer. He knew a girl near Landisville who was a senior at Millersville and would be glad to teach a school like Crow Hill. He'd tell her to apply for the position. It would take about five minutes to put out that independent Amanda Reist and vote in the other girl it just takes some people to plan! He, Mr. Mertzheimer, had planned it!
If she gets real sick she'll have to be lifted around and she ain't too light, neither. If you and Amanda can shift here I'll just pack my telescope and go right over to Landisville." So Millie packed and strapped her old gray telescope and went to wait on the sick woman. She found Aunt Rebecca in bed, very ill, with a kind neighbor ministering to her.
But it's Sunday, so I'll be good. I'm glad we're goin' to Aunt Rebecca. That's a nice drive." Aunt Rebecca lived alone in a cottage at the edge of Landisville, a beautiful little town several miles from the Reist farm at Crow Hill. During her husband's life they lived on one of the big farms of Lancaster County, where she slaved in the manual labor of the great fields.
The road to Landisville led past green fields of tobacco and corn, large farmhouses where old-fashioned flowers made a vivid picture in the gardens, orchards and woodland tracts, their green shade calling invitingly. Once they crossed a wandering little creek whose shallow waters flowed through lovely meadows where boneset plants were white with bloom and giant eupatorium lifted its rosy heads.
She had stipulated that short services be held at the house, then the body taken to the church and a public service held and after interment in the old Mennonite graveyard at Landisville, a public dinner to be served in the basement of the meeting-house, as is frequently the custom in that community.
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