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Updated: June 22, 2025
The men stirred about, donned their coats, furtively brushing their hair, and Long Bill insisted that Mom Wallis put on her new bonnet; which she obligingly did, and sat down carefully in the barrel-chair, her hands neatly crossed in her lap, supremely happy. It really was wonderful what a difference that bonnet made in Mom Wallis.
"Ah, that looks good!" Mr. Landis said after he had said grace and everybody waited for the food to be passed. "Now we'll just hand the platter around and let everybody help themselves, not so, Mom?" "Yes, that's all right. Start the potatoes once, Martin. Now you must eat, Amanda. Just make yourself right at home." "Martin, you must eat hearty, too,", said the father.
"He was bringin' me to see where you was livin'," explained Mom Wallis, suddenly, nodding toward Gardley as if he had been a king. "We wasn't hopin' to see you, except mebbe just as you come by goin' in." "Oh, then I'm so glad I caught up with you in time. I wouldn't have missed you for anything. I went back to look for you.
The expression of joy on the face of Amanda as she looked down at her new dress took away the sting of the older woman's words. "I want," the mother said softly, "I want my children to have a happy childhood. It belongs to them. And I want them to remember me for a kind mom." "Ach, Mom, you are a good mom."
"I guess Amanda dare have what she wants if your mom says so. If she wants them things she calls cammysoles made out of silk let her have 'em. She's gettin' married only once." "How do you know?" he asked teasingly. "Say, Millie, I thought a camisole is a dish you make rice pudding in." "Ach, that shows you don't know everything yet, even if you do go to Lancaster to school!"
Perhaps she will take a little glide with you, if she doesn't feel like actually going up. She has promised to come on and spend the Thanksgiving vacation with me." "Good work! That makes me feel glad that I can't go home. I am going to stay right through the whole year and put in some extra work during the vacations." "Mom will like you too," said Bill.
A woman who looked as if she belonged there, hearn me and sez, "Who is Josiah?" "My pardner," sez I, and I continued, "You have a kind face, mom; have you seen him? Have you seen Josiah Allen?" "Describe him," sez she, "there wuz a man here just now hunting for some woman." "Oh, he is very beautiful!" "Young?" sez she. "Well, no; about my age or a little older." "Light complexion?
Mom didn't know what to make of any of it. Sonny did, though; he was excited, grabbing Howell's arm, pointing, saying, "Ghroogh! Ghroogh!" He pointed at the wheels, and then made a stooping, lifting and pushing gesture. Like wheelbarrow? "That's right." He nodded, wondering if Sonny recognized that as an affirmative sign. "Like big wheelbarrow." One thing puzzled Sonny, though.
"Well, I must say, Bob Henderson, you're not very complimentary to your mother, telling her she looks like a circus clown." "I didn't say you did, mom. You only look like half a clown." "That's just as bad." Bob took advantage of this little diversion to hide the paper snappers behind the tree while his mother was wiping the flour off her face.
Mom, I hate to think of that little thing getting into this fix just for my model. Granger was awfully decent about the thing; told Norris he was a fool not to jump at it. He said he had some sort of a note Miss Robin had left and it seemed to amuse him, but he didn't offer to show it. It isn't only because she's a Forsyth I care, but she's such a square little thing.
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