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Updated: June 1, 2025
You give her pink roses and you stay to lick the teacher for her if " But the sentence was never finished. At the first words David's eyes flashed, his hands doubled into hard fists and, as his cousin paid no heed to the warning, he struck out suddenly, then partially restraining his rage, he unclenched his right hand and gave Phares a smarting slap upon the mouth.
One of the Eby family should go. I'll be glad to keep up your farm and help look after your mother while you are gone. The most I can do here will be less than you are going to do, but I'll raise the best crops I can and help in the food end of it." "You'll do your part here, Phares, and it will count. You're a bona-fide farmer. You'll have our little place a record farm when I get back.
"That's so," agreed Phares, but both were thoughtful and silent as they went down the lane. PHŒBE'S aspiration to become like her teacher did not lessen as the days went on. Her profound admiration for Miss Lee developed into intense devotion, a devotion whose depth she carefully guarded from discovery. To her father's interested questioning she answered a mere, "Why, I like her, for all, pop.
On two or three occasions his friends had obtained for him a chance to earn his living as manager of a club or a cafe as an inspector in great warehouses, at the 'Phares de la Bastille' or the 'Colosse de Rhodes. All that was necessary was to have good manners. Delobelle was not lacking in that respect, God knows!
"Mebbe she'll come in soon, if you want to wait. I told her to bring me some pennyroyal along from the field next the quarry. You know that's so good for them little red ants, and they got into my jelly cupboard. She went a while ago and I guess she'll soon be back now." "I think I'll walk over." "All right, Phares. Tell her not to forget the pennyroyal."
"You must go. I knew it right away when I saw that we were called of God to help in the fight for world peace and righteousness. You must go; there is nothing to keep you. Phares will look after the little farm. I spoke to him about it last week " "Mother, you knew then!" "I saw it in your face as soon as war was declared.
"Phares, I'll tell you frankly, if I ever wear plain garb it will be because I feel that it is the right thing for me to do, not because some person persuades me to." "Of course, that is the only way to come. But can't you come now?" "I can't. I hurt you when I say that, but I want you to be my good friend, as always, in spite of my worldliness. Will you, Phares?"
I feel that I must get away!" "But your voice, Phœbe, like the scarlet tanager's, is right as God made it. Because we are such old friends it grieves me to see you go. I was hoping you would change your mind there is so much vanity and evil in the city." "I'll try to keep from it, Phares. I shall merely learn to sing better, meet a few new people, and be wiser because of the experience."
He said you mentioned some time ago that you'd like to go to a real old-fashioned one and he heard of one coming off next week and thought you might like to go." "I surely want to go. Don't you want to come, too, David? And Mother Bab?" But David shook his head. "And spoil Phares's party," he said. "Phares wouldn't thank us." Phœbe shrugged her shoulders. "Ach, David Eby, you're silly!
From the densest portions of the woods above the quarry a thrush sang all nature seemed atune with Phœbe's mood, blithe, happy, joyous! Phares Eby, going to town that morning, walked slowly as he neared the Metz farm and looked for a glimpse of Phœbe. He saw, instead, the portly figure of Aunt Maria as she walked about her garden to see the progress of her early June peas.
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