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"I wisht he KIN," declared Amanda, "if it would learn him how dumm us folks thinks a feller where spends a whole Sunday afternoon by hisself READIN'!" "Why, yes," put in Mrs. Wackernagel; "what would a body be wantin' to waste time like that fur? when he could of spent his nice afternoon settin' there on the porch with us all, conwersin'."
"'It might be Gener'l Jackson, I says. 'But it ain't. It's Abe Wackernagel, I says. You see," he explained, "she ast me what MIGHT my name be. See? and I says 'It might be Jackson' MIGHT be, you know, because she put it that way, what might it be. 'But it ain't, I says. 'It's Wackernagel." Mr. and Mrs.
"But," he questioned, "Mrs. Wackernagel, why are your daughters allowed to do what you think wrong and would not do?" "Well," began Aunty Em, entering with relish into the discussion, for she was strong in theology, "we don't hold to forcin' our childern or interferin' with the free work of the Holy Spirit in bringin' souls to the truth.
"Och, well," confessed Mrs. Wackernagel, "I just keep astin' him will he have more, so I can hear him speak his manners so nice." She laughed aloud at her own vanity. "You took notice of it too, Tillie, ain't? You can't eat fur lookin' at him!" A tide of color swept Tillie's face as the teacher, with a look of amusement, turned his eyes toward her end of the table.
"To turn him off after he got there!" Mrs. Wackernagel exclaimed, reverting for the third time to the episode which had so excited the family. "And after Lizzie and Jonas they'd sayed he could come yet!" "Well, I say!" Mr. Wackernagel shook his head, as though the story, even at its third recital, were full of surprises. Mr.
Wackernagel had realized, ever since Tillie had come to live with her, that "Jake's" brief weekly visits to his daughter were a pleasure to the hard man; and not only because of the two dollars which he came to collect. Just now, she could see how he hated to part from her in anger.
She felt almost glad that in his little attentions to Amanda and Rebecca he had scarcely noticed her at all; for the bare thought of talking to him overwhelmed her with shyness. "Mind Tillie!" laughed Mr. Wackernagel, suddenly, "lookin' scared at the way yous are all talkin' up to Teacher! Tillie she's afraid of you," he explained to Mr. Fairchilds.
"She ain't never got her tongue with her when there's strangers. Ain't, Tillie?" Tillie's burning face was bent over her plate, and she did not attempt to answer. Mr. Fairchilds' eyes rested for an instant on the delicate, sensitive countenance of the girl. But his attention was diverted by an abrupt exclamation from Mrs. Wackernagel.
I don't know notes; I just sing by random." "Where's Doc, anyhow?" suddenly inquired Amanda, for the doctor's place at the table was vacant. "He was fetched away. Mary Holzapple's mister come fur him!" Mr. Wackernagel explained, with a meaning nod. "I say!" cried Mrs. Wackernagel. "So soon a'ready! And last week it was Sue Hess! Doc's always gettin' fetched! Nothin' but babies and babies!"
"And he's at it ag'in this evenin', up there in his room," the doctor informed them. "I went up to give him my lamp, and I'm swanged if he ain't got a many books and such pamp'lets in his room! As many as ten, I guess! I tole him: I says, 'It does, now, beat all the way you take to them books and pamp'lets and things!" "It's a pity of him!" said motherly Mrs. Wackernagel.
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