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The words of Lyman Mertzheimer lingered with Amanda for many days. He had seemed so confident, so arrogantly sure, of her ultimate surrender to his desire to marry her. Soon after the Spelling Bee he returned to his college and the girl sighed in relief that his presence was not annoying her. But she reckoned without the efficient United States mail service.
The only thing I know how to nurse is hurt birds and lame bunnies and such things. You just lay them in a box and feed them, and if they get well you clap your hands, and if they die you put some leaves and flowers on them and bury them out in the woods remember how we used to do that?" "Do I? I should say I do! The time we had the fence hackey that Lyman Mertzheimer hurt with a stone "
I bet that settled the Mertzheimer hash once! That County man knows his business. He ain't goin' through the world blind. What all did he say?" "Oh, he was lovely. He liked the baskets and the classes and the singing and everything! And Mr Mertzheimer looked madder than a setting hen when you take her off the nest. He hung his head like a whipped dog." "Na-ha!" exulted Millie.
"Oh," echoed Katie in alarm, and ran to the side of Amanda, while Martin lifted his head and stood, alert, looking into the woods in the direction of the noise. The crashing drew nearer, and then the figure of a man came running wildly through the bushes, waving his hands frantically in the air, then pressing them to his face. "It's Lyman Mertzheimer!" Amanda exclaimed.
Jiminy Christmas, guess we'll have a regular party to-day. All of us are in it, and Aunt Rebecca's comin', and Lyman Mertzheimer, and I guess Martin Landis, and mebbe some of the little Landis ones and the whole Crow Hill will be here. Here comes Millie with the snitz!" The pared apples were put into the kettle, then the stirring commenced.
But now, Amanda, ain't it good he got that all made right at the bank so they know he ain't a thief? My, that was an awful sin for Mr. Mertzheimer to make our Mart out a thief! I just wonder how he could be so mean and ugly. I guess you wonder why I asked you up to-night. It ain't nothin' special, just a little good time because Martin got proved honest again.
His father was a director of the Crow Hill school, but pshaw! One director couldn't put her out of her place in the school! Lyman Mertzheimer had only a few days to carry out the plan formulated in his angry mind as he walked home after the tilt with Amanda. "I'll show her," he snorted, "the disagreeable thing! I'll show her what can happen when she turns down a Mertzheimer!
The Superintendent was here and he puffed me way up to the skies and the directors, all but Mr. Mertzheimer, promised to vote for me. I didn't ask them too, either." "I'm so glad," said Mrs. Reist. "Ach, now ain't that nice! I'm glad," said Millie, her face bright with joy. "So he puffed you up in front of them men? That was powerful nice for him to do, but just what you earned, I guess.
As for that Mertzheimer, he can withdraw his account from our bank to-day for all we care. We can do business without him. But it puzzles me what object did he have? If he knew of the legacy, and he certainly did, he must have known you were O.K. Is he an enemy of yours?" "Not particularly. I never liked his son but we never had any real tilts."
"Just listen," she said to the girl, who came running. "I heard something to-day! That old Mertzheimer he he oh, yea, why daren't I swear just this once! I'm that mad! That old Mertzheimer and the young one ought to be tarred and feathered!" "Why, Millie!" said Amanda, smiling at the unwonted agitation of the hired girl. "What's happened?"
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