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There he threw himself on the grassy slope, face down, and gave vent to his despair. Amanda Reist knew the woods so well that she never felt any fear as she wandered about in them.
"You'll run a mile to Amanda Reist if you see her. Don't act so simple! Talk to the lady; she's our company." "Ach, she's bashful all of a sudden," said Mrs. Landis, smiling. "Now, Miss Souders, you take your hat off and just make yourself at home while I finish gettin' the supper ready. You dare look through them albums in the front room or set on the front porch. Just make yourself at home now."
The children laughed in anticipation of a good time as they ran through the hot sun of the pasture lot, up the narrow path along the cornfield fence and into the back yard of their home. The Reist farm with its fine orchards and great fields of grain was manifestly the home of prosperous, industrious farmers.
One director, being a man with the unfortunate addiction of being easily swayed by the opinions of others, was readily convinced by the plausible arguments of Mr. Mertzheimer that Amanda Reist was utterly unfit for the position she held. When all the directors had been thus casually imbued with antagonism, or, at least, suspicion, Mr. Mertzheimer went home, chuckling.
"She's just the kind to play with," he thought, "just a doll, and like the doll, has as much heart as a thing stuffed with sawdust can have. I guess it took this jolt to wake me up and know that Isabel Souders is not the type of girl for me." When he reached the Reist home he found Amanda and her Uncle Amos on the porch. "Oh, it's all right!" the girl cried as he came into the yard.
The fear and jealousy in her heart dulled her senses to all save them, but she laughed, said good-bye, and hid her feelings as she and Isabel went down the road to the Reist farmhouse. "Amanda," the other girl said effusively, "what a fine young man! Is he your beau?" "No. Certainly not! I have no beau. I've known Martin Landis ever since I was born, almost. He lives down the road a piece.
Then your eyes are good and your complexion lacks the freckles you ought to have. Your nose isn't Grecian, but it'll do we'll call it retroussé, for that sounds nicer than pug. And your mouth well, it's not exactly a rosebud one, but it doesn't mar the general landscape like some mouths do. Altogether, you're real good-looking, even if you are my sister." "Philip Reist, you're impertinent!
"It'll be ours" Uncle Amos said, smiling at the word. And so it happened that the preparation of another wedding outfit was begun in the Reist farmhouse. "I don't need fancy things like Amanda," declared the hired girl. "I wear the old style o' clothes yet. And for top things, why, I made up my mind I'm goin' to wear myself plain and be a Mennonite." "Plain," said Mrs. Reist. "Won't Amos be glad!
She was not beautiful, but her eyes shone soft and her face was expressive of the joy in her heart as she stood ready for the ceremony which was the consummation of her love for the knight of her girlhood's dreams. It would be impossible to find a more beautiful setting for a wedding than the Reist cherry orchard that May day.
Millie, in her blue gingham dress and her checked apron, her straight hair drawn back from her plain face, was certainly no vision to cause the heart of the average man to pump faster. But as Amos looked at her he saw suddenly something lovelier than her face. She walked to the gate, smoothing the shawl of Mrs. Reist, patting the buff sash of the little girl.
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