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At school something like friendship had sprung up between Amanda and the city girl, no doubt each attracted to the other by the very directness of their opposite personalities and tastes. Isabel Souders was a year younger than Amanda. She lacked all of the latter's ambition. Music and Art and having a good time were the things that engrossed her attention.
Isabel Souders was that day, indeed, attractive. She wore a corn-colored organdie dress and leghorn hat, her natural beauty was enhanced by a becoming coiffure, her eyes danced, her lips curved in their most bewitching bow. The visitor was effusive in her meeting with Martin's mother. "Dear Mrs. Landis," she gushed, "it is so lovely of you to have me here!
They have to sleep till seven." She was interrupted by the approach of a young girl, fashionably dressed. "Why," exclaimed Amanda, "here comes Isabel Souders, one of the Millersville girls." Isabel Souders was a girl of the butterfly type, made for sunshine, beauty, but not intended, apparently, for much practical use. Like the butterfly, her excuse for being was her beauty.
I thought you just wanted to be coaxed, but I'm beginning to think you mean it. So you don't care for me I suppose you'd snatch Martin Landis in a hurry if you could get him! But he's poor as a church mouse! You better tie him to your apron strings that pretty Souders girl from Lancaster is playing her cards there " Amanda sprang to her feet.
"It's what you wanted, isn't it?" "Yes. But I would never have landed it so soon if it hadn't been for Mr. Souders, Isabel's father. He's influential in the city and he helped me along. Now it's up to me to make good." "You'll do that, I'm sure you will!" came the spontaneous reply. Martin looked at the bright, friendly face of Amanda. "Why," he thought, "how pleased she is!
"Mother says that's just the reason she won't hire any Pennsylvania Dutch girls; they always expect to be treated as one of the family. We have colored servants. You can teach them their place." "I see. I suppose so," agreed Amanda, while she mentally appraised the girl before her and thought, "Isabel Souders, a little more democracy wouldn't be amiss for you."
But the subject came round all too soon. They were speaking of the Victrola recently purchased for the Crow Hill school when Martin asked, "Have you ever heard Isabel Souders play?" "Yes, at Millersville. She often played at recitals." "She's great! Isn't she great at a piano! She's been good enough to invite me in there. Sometimes she plays for me.
"Here, I'll be generous," she said in friendly tones. "Thank you, Miss Souders." The reply was accompanied with a smile of pleasure. A low laugh rippled from the girl's red lips. Amanda's ears tingled so she did not understand the exchange of light talk.
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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.
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