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"Ach, don't ask me," Phœbe replied, speaking lightly in an effort to conceal her real feeling. "I just didn't come to that state yet. I want some more fun and pleasure before I think only of serious things." "You're just like a big baby," her aunt said impatiently. "You can hurt a good man like Phares Eby and come home and laugh about it."
"Did I ever!" exclaimed the mother of Phares Eby. "I-to-goodness!" laughed Granny Hogendobler. "Vanity, vanity, all is vanity," quoted one of the other women. "Come here, Phœbe," said the mother of David Eby, and that woman, a thin, alert little person with tender, kindly eyes, drew the unhappy little girl to her.
"You remember the verse in the Third Reader we used to have at school: "'Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest. For those who wander, they know not where, Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best." "But I have ambitions, Phares.
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!
Your Aunt Mary and Phares are just lovely about it and willing to help in every way. I was going to live over with them at any rate." "I wish I could stay with you, mommie. You need me, but I guess Uncle Sam needs me too. I'm to go soon, you know." "You go, even if I am blind. I'm not helpless. It will be awkward for a while but there are many things I can do. I can knit without seeing."
David looked across at the preacher, who stood silent and helpless in the swift tide of conversation. "You may be right, Phares. It may be the wrath of Providence upon the tobacco. I'll try alfalfa in that field next and then I'll rub Aladdin's lamp. I'll make some money then!" "Where do you find Aladdin's lamp?" asked Phœbe. "I can't tell you now.
So, is that man Phares Eby from near Greenwald? Well, I thought he'd have too much sense to buy such a thing for forty dollars, but some people gets crazy when they get to a sale. Who ever heard of a person buying a cradle for fun and giving it away? But I guess that cradles went out of style some time ago.
Phœbe groaned and looked at Phares he was smiling. The old aversion to ridicule swelled in her; he should not have reason to laugh at her; she would show him that she was equal to the occasion she would bid on the cradle! "Start it, hurry up, somebody. How much is bid for the cradle? Sam here says it's been in the Brubaker family for years and years.
Yet, as Phœbe alighted from the carriage at the little gate of the Metz farm, and after she had thanked him and started through the yard to the house, she said softly to herself, "If Phares Eby isn't the queerest person I know! Just like a clam one minute and just lovely the next!" Maria Metz was dishing a panful of fried potatoes as Phœbe entered the kitchen.
As the preacher read that he confessed to himself that the comedian, familiar as he was with footlights, was doing more good in the world than a dozen Phares Ebys. That one incident swept away some of the prejudice of the preacher.
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