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Updated: June 7, 2025
"It must be nice to be so happy like you are," said Millie. "Yes, it must be," Uncle Amos nodded his head in affirmation. He looked at the hired girl, who did not appear to notice him. "I just wish I was twenty years younger," he added. A week later Amanda and Martin were sitting in one of the big rooms of the Reist farmhouse. Through the open door came the sound of Millie and Mrs.
"Amanda Reist," she said to the image in the glass, "you better take care next thing you know you'll be falling in love!" She leaned closer to the glass. "Oh, I'll have to keep that shine from my eyes! It's there just because Martin walked home with me and was kind. I don't look as though I need any boneset tea now!"
To Amanda Reist, the Amish children made strong appeal. Their presence was one of the reasons she enjoyed tending market. Many stories she wove in her imagination about the little lads in their long trousers and the tiny girls in their big bonnets. But when the marketing was in full swing Amanda had scant time for any weaving of imaginary stories.
"Well, now," he said after a moment's meditation, "now I don't see why it can't be arranged some way. There's more'n one way sometimes to do things. I don't know I don't know but I think I can see a way we could manage that providin' ach, we'll just wait once, mebbe it'll come out right." Mrs. Reist looked at her brother. What did he mean? He stammered and smiled like a foolish schoolboy.
His deep, feeling voice stopped and he faced the school while the hearts of pupils and teacher beat with apprehension. "And that regret is," he said very slowly so that not one word of his could be lost, "that I have not a dozen teachers just like Miss Reist to scatter around the county!" Amanda's lips trembled.
Reist nor Amanda, as yet, had read Locksley Hall, but the truth expressed there was echoing in their souls: "Gone forever! Ever? no for since our dying race began, Ever, ever, and forever was the leading light of man. Indian warriors dream of ampler hunting grounds beyond the night; Even the black Australian dying hopes he shall return, a white. Truth for truth, and good for good!
I bet he gets boys' size because they're cheaper, for the legs o' them always just come to the top o' his shoes. Whoever lays him out when he's dead once will have to put pockets in his shroud for sure! And he's made poor Becky just like him. It ain't in her family to be so near; why, Mrs. Reist is always givin' somebody something!
Later in the day she was at her post again, ready to ask pleasantly as he passed, "Well, how did school go to-day?" Such seemingly spontaneous interest spurred the young man to greater things ahead. Many evenings Martin sat on the Reist porch and he and Isabel laughed and chatted and sometimes half-absent-mindedly referred a question to Amanda.
But I wish she'd go to the coast with her parents!" The big automobile that brought Isabel Souders to the Reist farmhouse one day early in June brought with her a trunk, a suitcase, a bag, an umbrella and a green parasol. Aunt Rebecca was visiting there that day and she followed Amanda to the front door to receive the boarder.
"Mother," the girl cried after she had kissed the white-capped woman, "if my eyes shine it's the faith and love you taught me that's shining in them." During the summer preceding Amanda's departure for school there was pleasant excitement at the Reist farm.
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