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"Poor Martin he's working like a man these ten years. I'd like to see him have a chance at education like Lyman Mertzheimer has. I know he'd accomplish something in the world then! At any rate, Martin's a gentleman and Lyman's a ugh, I hate the very thought of him. I'm glad he's not at home to come to my Spelling Bee."
"Huh," he answered, "what's a bird! All this fuss about a dinky brown bird that can't do anything but flop its wings and squeal when you go near it. It was fun to see her flop all around the ground." "Oh, you nasty mean thing, Lyman Mertzheimer" for a moment Amanda found no words to express her contempt of him "sometimes I just hate you!"
There's one of the directors on the school board has got a son that ain't worth a hollow bean and he wants Amanda should take him for her beau. She's got too much sense for that, our Amanda can get a better man than Lyman Mertzheimer I guess. But now since she won't have nothing to do with him he's got his pop to get her out her school.
"That Lyman Mertzheimer," said Mrs. Landis indignantly, "abody can't trust at all! He let me believe that he and Martin was walkin' along friendly like and that's how Mart got hurt. But here after Lyman left and the doctor had Mart all fixed up and was goin' he told me that Martin was in the side of the road and wouldn't got hurt at all if he hadn't run to the middle to pull Lyman back.
An old- fashioned room and an old-fashioned mother and daughter the elder had seen life, knew its glories and its dangers, had tasted its sweetness and drained its cups of sorrow, but the child in her eyes was still the star-dust of the "trailing clouds of glory." "Mom," she asked suddenly as her mother unbraided the red hair and brushed it, "do you like Lyman Mertzheimer?" "Why yes " Mrs.
Men aren't made for that." "Then I don't think much of you, Lyman Mertzheimer!" declared Amanda with a vigorous toss of her red head. "Come, come," Mrs. Reist interrupted, "you mustn't quarrel. Of course Lyman would help his mother if she needed him." Amanda laughed and friendliness was once more restored.
Blessed oblivion, he thought, as the details of the occurrence returned to him. He groaned. "Hurt you?" asked the doctor kindly. "No. I'm all right." He smiled between his bandages. "I think I can rest comfortably now, thank you." He was grateful they left him alone then, he wanted to think. Countless thoughts were racing through his tortured brain. How could Amanda marry Lyman Mertzheimer?
And won't Millie talk!" He chuckled at the thought of what that staunch woman would say about Mr. Mertzheimer. "Millie can hit the nail on the head pretty good, pretty good," he said as he ambled into the house. Martin lingered on the porch with Amanda till the sound of the Landis supper bell called him home.
This Lyman Mertzheimer, now, his pop's the richest farmer round here and Lyman's the only child. He'd be a good catch, mebbe." "Ach," Amanda said in her quick way, "I ain't thinkin' of such things. Anyhow, I don't like Lyman so good. He's all the time braggin' about his pop's money and how much his mom pays for things, and at school he don't play fair at recess.
After the tribute from the County Superintendent and the promises from all the directors but Mr. Mertzheimer she felt assured that she would not be ignominiously put out of the school she loved. Then she thought of the letter and opened it hastily, her eyes traveling fast over the long sheet.
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