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"Reist air son Eachin!" "Bas air son Eachin!" The two children of the oak, who had covered, this movement, shared the fate of their brethren; for the cry of the Clan Chattan chief had drawn to that part of the field some of his bravest warriors. The sons of Torquil did not fall unavenged, but left dreadful marks of their swords on the persons of the dead and living.
Reist hesitated. "Ach, I don't mean that way, Mom," the child said wisely. "You always say abody must like everybody, but I mean like him for real, like him so you want to be near him. He's good lookin'. At school he's about the best lookin' boy there. The big girls say he's a regular Dunnis, whatever that is. But I think sometimes he ain't so pretty under the looks, the way he acts and all, Mom."
"There's romance everywhere," Martin told her. "Millie's heart wouldn't be the fine big thing it is if she didn't keep a space there for love and romance." The Reist farmhouse, always a busy place, was soon rivaling the proverbial beehive. Mrs.
Abody's just got to watch out for these men folks!" Several weeks after the eventful apple-butter boiling at the Reist farm, Aunt Rebecca invited the Reist family to spend a Sunday at her home. "I ain't goin', Mom," Philip announced. "I don't like it there. Dare I stay home with Millie?" "Mebbe Millie wants to come along," suggested his mother. "Ach, I guess not this time.
If the securing of the coveted school, the assurance of the good will and support of the patrons and directors, and the love of the dear home folks was a combination of blessings ample enough to bring perfect happiness, then Amanda Reist should have been in that state during the long summer months of her vacation.
Hershey was tellin' me last week how mad her girls get still if the apple butter's got to be boiled in the hind part of the week when they want to be done and dressed and off to visit or to Lancaster instead of gettin' their eyes full of smoke stirrin' apple butter." Mrs. Reist laughed.
In spite of Aunt Rebecca's protest, green corn and ripe apples were soon encased in thick layers of mud and poked upon the glowing bed under the kettle. "Abody'd think none o' you had breakfast," she said sternly. "Ach," said Mrs. Reist, "these just taste better because they're wrapped in mud. I used to do that at home when I was little." "Well, I never did.
So it happened that when Martin Landis stopped in to see Amanda before he went to his work in the city he saw on the kitchen table a long row of pies ready for the oven and Amanda deftly rolling the edge of another. "Whew!" he whistled. "Mrs. Reist, is that your work or Amanda's so early in the morning?" "Amanda's!
And Philip's still goin' to school, too. Why don't he help Amos on the farm instead of runnin' to Lancaster to school?" "He wants to be a lawyer," said Mrs. Reist. "I think still that as long as he has a good head for learnin' and wants to go to school I should leave him go till he's satisfied. I think his pop would say so if he was livin'. Not everybody takes to farmin' and it is awful hard work.
"It's all for nothin', this school learnin', but if she's goin' anyhow I can just as well as not help with the sewin'," she announced and spent a few weeks at the Reist farm, giving valuable aid in the making of Amanda's school outfit. Those two weeks were long ones to Philip, who had scant patience with the querulous old aunt.
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