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"And when I said, after while, 'Now I must go, she was that unneighborly she never ast me, 'What's your hurry?" "Was she that spited!" said Mrs. Wackernagel, half pityingly. "Well, it was just like Sister Jennie Hershey, if she didn't want Teacher stayin' there, to tell him right out. Some ain't as honest. Some talks to please the people."
On the one hand Wackernagel, who believes that the function of poetry is to convey ideas in concrete and sensuous images and the function of prose to inform the intellect, asserts that prose drama and didactic poetry are inartistic. He thus advocates that present practise be abandoned in favor of the custom of the Greeks.
Finding that he could not legally collect it himself from the treasurer of the Board, he accused his brother-in-law, Abe Wackernagel, of having taken it to town for her; and when Abe denied the charge, with the assurance, however, that he "WOULD do that much for Tillie any day he got the chancet," Mr.
Well, I'd like to get you spoilt good fur your pop that's what I'd like to do!" "We darsent go too fur," warned Aunty Em, "or he won't leave her stay with us at all." "Now there's you, Abe," remarked the doctor, dryly; "from the time your childern could walk and talk a'ready all you had to say was 'Go' and they stayed. Ain't?" Mr. Wackernagel joined in the loud laughter of his wife and daughters.
Wackernagel, "and it won't take me a week to tell him what I think of HIM! I don't owe HIM nothin'!" "No," agreed Jake Getz's sister, "we don't live off of him!" "And I don't care who fetches him neither!" added Mr. Wackernagel which expression of contempt was one of the most scathing known to the tongue of a Pennsylvania Dutchman. "What are you goin' to do, Tillie?" Amanda asked.
F. Weisse; "German Literature in the Middle of the Eighteenth Century," by Goethe; "Gottlieb Wilhelm Rabener," by H. Gelzer; "Gellert's Fables," by H. Prutz. Those who do not possess the comprehensive works of Gervinus, Cholerius, Wackernagel, etc., may thus in one volume find enough to be able to form a fair opinion of the nature of their labors.
Do you mind, Rebecca?" Eebecca nodded, her mouth too full for utterance. "Mrs. Johnson she looked younger than her own daughter yet," Mrs. Wackernagel related, with animation, innocent of any suspicion that the teacher might not find the subject of Mrs. Johnson as absorbing as she found it. "There is nothing like good health as a preserver of youth," responded Fairchilds.
"She was bakin' these pies, but I want her now to redd up. Take all them pans to the dresser, Tillie." Tillie went to the table to do as she was bid. "Well, I must be goin' home now," said Mr. Getz. "I'll take Tillie's wages, Em." Mrs. Wackernagel set her lips as she wiped her hands on the roller-towel and opened the dresser drawer to get her purse. "How's her?" she inquired, referring to Mrs.
Wackernagel was alone, washing dishes at the sink. She looked up with a start at Tillie's hurried entrance, and her kindly face showed distress as she saw who it was; for, faithful to the Rules, she would not speak to this backslider and excommunicant from the faith. But Tillie went straight up to her, threw her arms about her neck, and pressed her lips to her aunt's cheek. "Aunty Em!
"Levi Harnish, he's a learnt preacher," said her husband, turning to Fairchilds. "He reads wonderful much. And he's always thinkin' so earnest about his learnin' that I've saw him walk along the street in Lancaster a'ready and a'most walk into people!" "He certainly can stand on the pulpit elegant!" agreed Mrs. Wackernagel. "Why, he can preach his whole sermont with the Bible shut, yet!
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