"Bully for you, Mother," cried the boy; "you"re as young as any of us."
"That"s what," chimed in Millie.
"Oh, say, Millie," asked Philip, "did you make that cherry pie I finished up after school to-day?"
"Yes. Was it good?"
"Good? It melted in my mouth. When I marry, Millie, I"m going to borrow you for a while to come teach my wife how to make such pies."
"Listen at him now! Ain"t it a wonder he wouldn"t think to get a wife that knows how to cook and bake? But, Philip Reist, you needn"t think I"ll ever leave your mom unless she sends me off."
"Wouldn"t you, now, Millie?" asked Uncle Amos.
"Why, be sure, not! I ain"t forgettin" how nice she was to me a"ready.
I had hard enough to make through before I came here to work. I had a place to live out in Readin" where I was to get big money, but when I got there I found I was to go in the back way always, even on Sunday, and was to eat alone in the kitchen after they eat, and I was to go to my room and not set with the folks at all. I just wouldn"t live like that, so I come back to Lancaster County and heard about you people wantin" a girl, and here I am."
Amanda looked at the hired girl. In her calico dress and gingham ap.r.o.n, her hair combed back plain from her homely face, she was certainly not beautiful, and yet the girl who looked at her thought she appeared really attractive as the grat.i.tude of her loyal heart shone on her countenance.
"Millie"s a jewel," thought Amanda. "And Mother"s another. I hope I shall be like them as I grow older."
After the supper dishes were washed, Aunt Rebecca decided it was time for her to go home.
"Wouldn"t you like to go in the automobile this time?" suggested Philip. "It would go so much faster and is easier riding than the carriage."
"Faster! Well, I guess that horse of yourn can get me anywhere I want to go fast enough to suit me. I got no time for all these new-fangled things, like wagons that run without horses, and lights you put on and off with a b.u.t.ton. It goes good if you don"t get killed yet with that automobile."
"Then I"ll hitch up Bill," said the boy as he went out, an amused smile on his face.
Amanda was thoughtful as she bunched the arbutus for the market next day. "I wonder how Uncle Jonas could live with Aunt Rebecca," she questioned. Ah, that was an enlightening test. "Am I an easy, pleasant person to live with?" Making full allowance for differences in temperament and dispositions, there was still, the girl thought, a possible compatibility that could be cultivated so that family life might be harmonious and happy.
"It"s that I am going to consider when I get married, if I ever do,"
she decided that day. "I won"t marry a man who would "jaw" like Aunt Rebecca. I"m fiery-tempered myself, and I"ll have to learn to control my anger better. Goodness knows I"ve had enough striking examples of how scolding sounds! But I won"t want to squabble with the man I really care for--Martin Landis, for instance--" Her thoughts went off to her castles in Spain as she gathered the arbutus into little bunches and tied them. "He offered to help me fix my schoolroom for the Spelling Bee on Sat.u.r.day. He"s got a big heart, my Sir Galahad of childhood."
She smiled as she thought of her burned hand and his innocent kiss.
"Poor Martin--he"s working like a man these ten years. I"d like to see him have a chance at education like Lyman Mertzheimer has. I know he"d accomplish something in the world then! At any rate, Martin"s a gentleman and Lyman"s a--ugh, I hate the very thought of him. I"m glad he"s not at home to come to my Spelling Bee."
CHAPTER VIII
THE SPELLING BEE
The old-fashioned Spelling Bee has never wholly died out in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. Each year readers of certain small-town papers will find numerous news-t.i.tles headed something like this: "The Bees Will Buzz," and under them an urgent invitation to attend a Spelling Bee at a certain rural schoolhouse. "A Good Time Promised"--"Cla.s.ses for All"--"Come One, Come All"--the advertis.e.m.e.nts never fail. Many persons walk or ride to the little schoolhouse. The narrow seats, the benches along the wall, and all extra chairs that can be brought to the place are taken long before the hour set for the bees to buzz. The munificent charge is generally fifteen cents, and where in this whole United States of America can so much real enjoyment be secured for fifteen cents as is given at an old-fashioned Spelling Bee?
That April evening of Amanda"s Bee the Crow Hill schoolhouse was filled at an early hour. The scholars, splendid in their Sunday clothes, occupied front seats. Parents, friends and interested visitors from near-by towns crowded into the room.
Amanda, dressed in white, came upon the platform and announced that the scholars had prepared a simple program which would be interspersed through the spelling cla.s.ses.
Vehement clapping of hands greeted her words and then the audience became silent as the littlest scholar of the school rose and delivered the address of welcome. There followed music and more recitations, all amateurish, but they brought feelings of pride to many mothers and fathers who listened, smiling, to "Our John" or "Our Mary" do his or her best.
But the real excitement began with the spelling cla.s.ses. The first was open to all children under fourteen. At the invitation, boys and girls walked bravely to the front and joined the line till it reached from one side of the room to the opposite. A teacher from a neighboring town gave out the words. The weeding-out process soon began. Some fell down on simple words, others handled difficult ones with ease and spelled glibly through some which many of the older people present had forgotten existed. Soon the cla.s.s narrowed down to two. Back and forth, back and forth the words rolled until the teacher p.r.o.nounced one of the old standby catch-words. One of the contestants shook his head, puzzled, and surrendered.
There was more music, several recitations by the children, a spelling cla.s.s for older people, more music, then a General Information cla.s.s, whose partic.i.p.ants were asked such questions as, "Who is State Superintendent of Schools?" "How many legs has a fly?" "How many teeth has a cow?" "Which color is at the top of the rainbow arch?" The amazed, puzzled expressions on the faces of the questioned afforded much merriment for the others. It was frequently necessary to wait a moment until the laughter was suppressed before other questions could be asked.
A geographical cla.s.s was equally interesting. "How many counties has Pennsylvania?" sent five persons to their seats before it was answered correctly. Others succeeded in locating such queer names as Popocatepetl, Martinique, Ashtabula, Rhodesia, Orkney, Comanche.
A little later the last spelling cla.s.s was held. It was open to everybody. The line was already stretched across the schoolroom when Lyman Mertzheimer, home for a few days of vacation, entered the schoolhouse.
"Oh, dear," thought Amanda, "what does he want here? I"d rather do without his fifteen cents! He expects to make a show and win the prize from every one else."
Lyman, indeed, swaggered down the room and entered the line, bearing the old air of superiority. "I"ll show them how to spell," he thought as he took his place. Spelling had been his strong forte in the old days of school, and it was soon evident that he retained his former ability. The letters of the most confusing words fell from his lips as though the very pages of the spelling-book were engraved upon his brain. He held his place until the contest had ruled out all but two beside himself. Then he looked smilingly at Amanda and reared his head in new dignity and determination.
"Stelliform, the shape of a star," submitted the teacher. The word fell to Lyman. He was visibly hesitant. Was it stelli or stella?
Bringing his knowledge of Latin into service, he was inclined to think it was stella. He began, "S-t-e-l-l--"
He looked uncertainly at one of his friends who was seated in the front seat. He, also, was a champion speller.
"Oh, if Joe would only help me!" thought the speller.
As if telepathy were possible, Joe raised the forefinger of his left hand to his eye, looked at Lyman with a meaning glance that told him what he craved to know.
"Iform," finished Lyman in sure tones.
"Correct."
"That was clever of Joe," thought the cheat as the teacher gave out a word to one of the three contestants. "I just caught his sign in time.
n.o.body noticed it."
But he reckoned without the observant teacher of Crow Hill school.
Amanda, seated in the front of the room and placed so she half faced the audience and with one little turn of her head could view the spellers, had seen the cheating process and understood its significance. The same trick had been attempted by some of her pupils several times during the monthly spelling tests she held for the training of her cla.s.ses.
"The cheat! The big cheat!" she thought, her face flushing with anger.
"How I hope he falls down on the next word he gets!"
However, the punishment he deserved was not meted out to him. Lyman Mertzheimer outspelled his opponents and stood alone on the platform, a smiling victor.
"The cheat! The contemptible cheat!" hammered in Amanda"s brain.
After the distribution of prizes, cheap reprint editions of well-known books, an auctioneer stepped on the platform and drew from a corner a bushel basket of packages of various sizes and shapes.
"Oyez, Oyez," he called in true auctioneer style, "we have here a bushel of good things, all to be sold, sight unseen, to the highest bidder. I understand each package contains something good to eat, packed and contributed by the pupils of this school. The proceeds of the sale are to be used to purchase good books for the school library for the pupils to read. So, folks, bid lively and don"t be afraid to run a little risk. You"ll get more fun from the package you buy than you"ve had for a long time, I"ll warrant."
With much talk and gesticulation the spirited bidding was kept up until every package was sold. Shouts of joy came from the. country boys when one opened a box filled with ten candy suckers and distributed them among the crowd. Other bidders won candy, cake, sandwiches, and loud was the laughter when a shoe-box was sold for a dollar, opened and found to contain a dozen raw sweet potatoes.
After the fun of the auction had died down all rose and sang "The Star- Spangled Banner," and the Spelling Bee was over.
The audience soon began to leave. Laughing girls and boys started down the dark country roads. Carriages and automobiles carried many away until a mere handful of people were left in the little schoolhouse.