"Oh--are boys like that? Phil"s not. But he ain"t a knight. I guess knights like to pretend they"re very modest even if they"re full of pride." Mrs. Landis was too busy putting blackberries into the jars to catch the import of the child"s words. The word knight escaped her hearing.
"Well, I must go now," said the small visitor. "I"ll come again."
"All right, do, Amanda."
She put the baby in its coach, took up the empty basket, and after numerous good-byes to the children went down the road to her home. The rhubarb parasol gone, the sun beat upon her uncovered head but she was unmindful of the intense heat. Her brain was wholly occupied with thoughts of Martin Landis and his strange behavior.
"Umph," she decided finally, "men _are_ funny things! I"m just findin" it out. And I guess knights are queerer"n others yet! Wonder if Millie kept my half-moon pie or if Phil sneaked it. Abody"s just got to watch out for these men folks!"
CHAPTER V
AT AUNT REBECCA"S HOUSE
Several weeks after the eventful apple-b.u.t.ter 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. Just you go and Phil and I"ll stay and tend the house and feed the chickens and look after things."
"Well, I"m goin"!" spoke up Amanda. "Aunt Rebecca"s funny and bossy but I like to go to her house, it"s so little and cute, everything."
"Cute," scoffed the boy. "Everything"s cute to a girl. You dare go, I won"t! Last time I was there I picked a few of her honeysuckle flowers and pulled that stem out o" them to get the drop of honey that"s in each one, and she caught me and slapped my hand--mind you! Guess next she"ll be puttin" up some scare-bees to keep the bees off her flowers.
But say, Manda, if she gives you any of them little red and white striped peppermint candies like she does still, sneak me a few."
"Humph! You don"t go to see her but you want her candy! I"d be ashamed, Philip Reist!"
"Hush, hush," warned Mrs. Reist. "Next you two"ll be fightin", and on a Sunday, too."
The girl laughed. "Ach, Mom, guess we both got the tempers that goes with red hair. But it"s Sunday, so I"ll be good. I"m glad we"re goin"
to Aunt Rebecca. That"s a nice drive."
Aunt Rebecca lived alone in a cottage at the edge of Landisville, a beautiful little town several miles from the Reist farm at Crow Hill.
During her husband"s life they lived on one of the big farms of Lancaster County, where she slaved in the manual labor of the great fields. Many were the hours she spent in the hot sun of the tobacco fields, riding the planter in the early spring, later hoeing the rich black soil close to the little young plants, in midsummer finding and killing the big green tobacco worms and topping and suckering the plants so that added value might be given the broad, strong leaves.
Then later in the summer she helped the men to thread the harvested stalks on laths and hang them in the long open shed to dry.
Aunt Rebecca had married Jonas Miller, a rich man. All the years of their life together on the farm seemed a visible verification of the old saying, "To him that hath shall be given." A special Providence seemed to hover over their acres of tobacco. Storms and destructive hail appeared to roam in a swath just outside their farm. The Jonas Miller tobacco fields were reputed to be the finest in the whole Garden Spot county, and the Jonas Miller bank account grew correspondingly fast. But the bank account, however quickly it increased, failed to give Jonas Miller and his wife full pleasure, unless, as some say, the mere knowledge of possession of wealth can bring pleasure to miserly hearts. For Jonas Miller was, in the vernacular of the Pennsylvania Dutch, "almighty close." Millie, Reists" hired girl, said," That there Jonas is too stingy to buy long enough pants for himself. I bet he gets boys" size because they"re cheaper, for the legs o" them always just come to the top o" his shoes. Whoever lays him out when he"s dead once will have to put pockets in his shroud for sure! And he"s made poor Becky just like him. It ain"t in her family to be so near; why, Mrs.
Reist is always givin" somebody something! But mebbe when he dies once and his wife gets the money in her hand she"ll let it fly."
However, when Jonas Miller died and left the h.o.a.rded money to his wife she did not let it fly. She rented the big farm and moved to the little old-fashioned house in Landisville--a little house whose outward appearance might have easily proclaimed its tenant poor. There she lived alone, with occasional visits and visitors to break the monotony of her existence.
That Sunday morning of the Reist visit, Uncle Amos. .h.i.tched the horse to the carriage, tied it by the front fence of the farm, then he went up-stairs and donned his Sunday suit of gray cloth. Later he brought out his broad-brimmed Mennonite hat and called to Amanda and her mother, "I"m ready. Come along!"
Mrs. Reist wore a black cashmere shawl pinned over her plain gray lawn dress and a stiff black silk bonnet was tied under her chin. Amanda skipped out to the yard, wearing a white dress with a wide buff sash. A matching ribbon was tied on her red hair.
"Jiminy," whistled Uncle Amos as she ran to him and swung her leghorn hat on its elastic. "Jiminy, you"re pretty---"
"Oh, am I, Uncle Amos?" She smiled radiantly. "Am I really pretty?"
"Hold on, here!" He tried to look very sober. "If you ain"t growin" up for sure! Lookin" for compliments a"ready, same as all the rest. I was goin" to say that you"re pretty fancy dressed for havin" a Mennonite mom."
"Oh, Uncle Amos!" Amanda laughed and tossed her head so the yellow bow danced like a b.u.t.terfly. "I don"t believe you at all! You"re too good to be findin" fault like that! Millie says so, too."
"She does, eh? She does? Just what does Millie say about me now?"
"Why, she said yesterday that you"re the nicest man and have the biggest heart of any person she knows."
"Um--so! And Millie says that, does she? Um--so! well, well"--a glow of joy spread in his face and stained his neck and ears. Fortunately, for his future peace of mind, the child did not notice the flush. A swallowtail b.u.t.terfly had flitted among the zinnias and attracted the attention of Amanda so it was diverted from her uncle. But he still smiled as Millie opened the front door and she and Mrs. Reist stepped on the porch.
Millie, in her blue gingham dress and her checked ap.r.o.n, her straight hair drawn back from her plain face, was certainly no vision to cause the heart of the average man to pump faster. But as Amos looked at her he saw suddenly something lovelier than her face. She walked to the gate, smoothing the shawl of Mrs. Reist, patting the buff sash of the little girl.
"Big heart," thought Amos, "it"s her got the big heart!"
"Good-bye, safe journey," the hired girl called after them as they started down the road. "Don"t worry about us. Me and Phil can manage alone. Good-bye."
The road to Landisville led past green fields of tobacco and corn, large farmhouses where old-fashioned flowers made a vivid picture in the gardens, orchards and woodland tracts, their green shade calling invitingly. Once they crossed a wandering little creek whose shallow waters flowed through lovely meadows where boneset plants were white with bloom and giant eupatorium lifted its rosy heads. A red-headed flicker flew screaming from a field as they pa.s.sed, and a fussy wren scolded at them from a fence corner.
"She"ll have a big job," said Uncle Amos, "if she"s goin" to scold every team and automobile that pa.s.ses here this mornin". Such a little thing to be so sa.s.sy!"
As they came to Landisville and drove into the big churchyard there were already many carriages standing in the shade of the long open shed and numerous automobiles parked in the sunny yard.
A few minutes later they entered the big brick meeting-house and sat down in the calm of the sanctuary. The whispers of newcomers drifted through the open windows, steps sounded on the bare floor of the church, but finally all had entered and quiet fell upon the place.
The simple service of the Mennonite Church is always appealing and helpful. The music of voices, without any accompaniment of musical instrument, the simple prayers and sermons, are all devoid of ostentation or ornamentation. Amanda liked to join in the singing and did so l.u.s.tily that morning. But during the sermon she often fell to dreaming. The quiet meeting-house where only the calm voice of the preacher was heard invited the building of wonderful castles in Spain.
Their golden spires reared high in the blue of heaven... she would be a lady in a trailing, silken gown, Martin would come, a plumed and belted knight, riding on a pure white steed like that in the Sir Galahad picture at school, and he"d repeat to her those beautiful words, "My strength is as the strength of ten because my heart is pure." Was there really any truth in that poem? Could one be strong as ten because the heart was pure? Of course! It had to be true! Martin could be like that. He"d lift her to the saddle on the pure white horse and they"d ride away together to one of those beautiful castles in Spain, high up on the mountains, so high they seemed above the clouds...
Then she came back to earth suddenly. The meeting was over and Aunt Rebecca stood ready to take them to her home.
The country roads were filled with carriages and automobiles; the occupants of the former nodded a cordial how-de-do, though most of them were strangers, but the riders in the motors sped past without a sign of friendliness.
"My goodness," said Aunt Rebecca, "since them automobiles is so common abody don"t get many how-de-dos no more as you travel along the country roads. Used to be everybody"d speak to everybody else they"d meet on the road--here, Amos," she laid a restraining hand upon the reins.
"Stop once! I see a horseshoe layin" in the road and it"s got two nails in it, too. That"s powerful good luck! Stop once and let me get it."
Amos chuckled and with a loud "Whoa" brought the horse to a standstill.
Aunt Rebecca climbed from the carriage, picked up the trophy of good luck and then took her seat beside her brother again, a smile upon her lined old face.
"That"s three horseshoes I have now. I never let one lay. I pick up all I find and take them home and hang them on the old peach tree in the back yard. I know they bring good luck. Mebbe if I hadn"t picked up all them three a lot o" trouble would come to me."
"Have it your way," conceded Uncle Amos. "They don"t do you no hurt, anyhow. But, Rebecca," he said as they came within sight of her little house, "you ought to get your place painted once."
"Ach, my goodness, what for? When it"s me here alone. I think the house looks nice. My flowers are real pretty this year, once. Course, I don"t fool with them like you do. I have the kind that don"t take much tendin" and come up every year without bein" planted. Calico flowers and larkspur and lady-slippers are my kind. This plantin" and hoein" at flowers is all for nothin". It"s all right to work so at beans and potatoes and things you can eat when they grow, but what good are flowers but to look at! I done my share of hoein" and diggin" and workin" in the ground. I near killed myself when Jonas lived yet, in them tobacco patches. I used to say to him still, we needn"t work so hard and slave like that after we had so much money put away, but he was for workin" as long as we could, and so we kept on till he went. He used to say money gets all if you begin to spend it and don"t earn more. Jonas was savin"."
"He sure was, that he was," seconded Uncle Amos with a twinkle in his eyes. "Savin" for you and now you"re savin" for somebody that"ll make it fly when you go, I bet. Some day you"ll lay down and die and your money"ll be scattered. If you leave me any, Becky," he teased her, "I"ll put it all in an automobile."
"What, them wild things! Road-hogs, I heard somebody call "em, and I think it"s a good name. My goodness, abody ain"t safe no more since they come on the streets. They go toot, toot, and you got to hop off to one side in the mud or the ditch, it don"t matter to them. I hate them things! Only don"t never take me to the graveyard in one of them."