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Updated: June 1, 2025
"Ten," answered Phares Eby. Phœbe gave a start of surprise as the preacher's voice came in answer to the entreaty of the auctioneer. "Phares," she whispered, "I didn't mean that I want to buy it." "I am buying it," he said calmly, an inscrutable smile in his eyes. "You like it, don't you?" She felt a vague uneasiness at his words, at the new sound of tenderness in his voice.
His eyes turned to the sky and the smile left his face. "It looks threatening," he said. "I thought I heard thunder as I came through the corn." "That so?" said Phares. "Then we better move in." Even as they turned and started through the field the thunder came again distant nearer, rolling in ominous rumbles. "Look at the sky," said David. "Clear yellow that means hail!"
And David, he's glad too, for he says that he thinks it's a gift from God to have a voice that can sing as nice as the birds. David and Phares are just like my brothers. David's mom is awful nice. I like her" she whispered "I like her almost better than my Aunt Maria because she's so ach, you know what I mean! She's so much like my own mom would be.
Munster right away. But don't you let Phares write and tell David. We'll surprise him!" "Ach, but won't he be glad if I can see when he comes home!" "Won't he though! I'll make all the arrangements; don't you worry about it at all." "My, you're good to me, Phœbe!" "Good after all you've done for me!"
Some of the excessive color faded from her face and she looked ahead as he spoke. "Phœbe, the second Sunday in June I am going to baptize a number of converts in the Chicques near your home. Are you ready to come with the rest, and give up the vanities of the world?" "Oh, Phares, why do you ask me? I can't wear plain clothes while I love pretty ones. I can't be a hypocrite."
"So," the woman chuckled, "Phares picked up spunk once and asked you " "Phares has nothing to do with it," Phœbe said curtly, her cheeks flushing deeper at the thought of the words she knew her aunt was ready to say. "This is my affair, and, of course, yours and daddy's." She turned to her father "I want to study music." "Music? How you mean to learn to play the organ?" he asked. "No. Oh, no!
Any person with good sight and ordinary sense can tell whether their appearance is pleasing or otherwise. I like this dress " "Phœbe," Aunt Maria's voice came up the stairs. "Yes?" "Why, David's down. Are you done dressing?" "I'll be down in a minute." David Eby, too, was a man grown, but a man so different! Like his cousin, Phares, he was tall.
Phares Eby at sixteen was grave, studious and dignified; his cousin, David, two years younger, was a cheery, laughing, sociable boy, fond of boyish sports, delighting in teasing his schoolmates and enjoying their retaliation, preferring a tramp through the woods to the best book ever written.
She stood before him, within reach of his hands. His first words reassured her somewhat: "Phœbe, your aunt has told me that you are going to Philadelphia to study music." "Yes. Isn't it fine! I'm so happy " she stopped. Displeasure was written plainly upon his countenance. "Don't you think it's all right, Phares?" "I think it is a great mistake," he said gravely.
"Hello, daddy, Aunt Maria," exclaimed the girl. "So you come once?" said her aunt. "Have a good time?" asked her father. "Yes, it was a fine sale, a real old-fashioned one." But Aunt Maria was impatient for her supper. "Hurry," she said, "and get washed to eat. I have everything out and it'll get cold, then it ain't good. Did Phares like the sale? What did he have to say?"
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