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you ainā€™t the funniest! I just bet them girls all want you to come their way. But what kind oā€™ meals do you get?ā€

ā€œGood, Millie. Of course, though, I havenā€™t any cellar to go to for pie or any cooky crock filled with sand-tarts with shellbarks on the top.ā€

ā€œDonā€™t you worry, Manda. Iā€™ll make you sand-tarts and lemon pie and everything you like every time you come home still.ā€

ā€œMillie, you good soul! With that promise to help me Iā€™ll work like a Trojan and win some honors at old M.S.N.S. Just watch me!ā€

Amanda did work. She brought to her studies the same whole-hearted interest and enthusiasm she evinced in her hunts for wild flowers, she applied to them the same dogged determination and untiring efforts she showed in her long search for hidden bird nests, with the inevitable result that her brain, naturally alert and brilliant, grasped with amazing celerity both the easy and the hard lessons of the Normal Training course.

Millieā€™s prediction proved well foundedā€”Amanda Reist stood well in her classes. In botany she was the preeminent figure of the entire school. ā€œAsk Amanda Reist, sheā€™ll tell you,ā€ became the slogan among the students. ā€œYellow violets, lady-slippers, wild gingerā€”sheā€™ll tell you where they grow or get a specimen for you.ā€

When the time for graduation drew near Amanda was able to carry home the glad news that she ranked third in her class and was chosen to deliver an oration at the Commencement exercises.

ā€œThat I want to hear,ā€ declared Millie, ā€œand Iā€™ll get a new dress to wear to it, too.ā€

On the June morning when the Commencement exercises of the First Pennsylvania State Normal School took place there were hundreds of happy, eager visitors on the campus at Millersville, and later in the great auditorium, but none was happier than Millie Hess, Reistsā€™ hired girl. The new dress, bought in Lancaster and made by Mrs. Reist and Aunt Rebecca, was a white lawn flecked with black. Millie had decided on a plain waist with high neck, the inch wide band at the throat edged with torchon lace, after the style she usually wore, the skirt made full and having above the hem, as Millie put it, ā€œJust a few tucks, then wait a while, then tucks again.ā€ But Amanda, happening on the scene as the dress was tried on, protested at the high neck.

ā€œPlease, Millie,ā€ she coaxed, ā€œdo have the neck turned down, oh, just a little! Iā€™d have a nice pleated ruffle of white net around it and a little V in front. Youā€™d look fine that way.ā€

ā€œMe-fine! Go long with you, Amanda Reist! Ainā€™t I got two good eyes and a lookinā€™-glass? But I guess I would look more like other folks if I had it made like you say. But now I donā€™t want it too low. You dare fix it so it looks right.ā€ Displaying the same meek acquiescence in the desire of Amanda she bought a stylish hat instead of the big flat sailor with its taffeta bow she generally chose. The hat was Amandaā€™s selection, a small, modest little thing with pale pink and gray roses misty with a covering of black tulle.

ā€œMe with pink roses on my hat and over forty years old,ā€ said Millie wonderingly, but when she tried it on and saw the improvement in her appearance she smiled happily. ā€œItā€™s the prettiest hat I ever had and Iā€™ll hold it up and take good care of it so itā€™ll last me years. Iā€™m gettinā€™ fixed up for sure once, only my new shoes donā€™t have no squeak in ā€˜em at all.ā€

ā€œThatā€™s out of style,ā€ Amanda informed her kindly.

ā€œIt is? Why, when I was little I remember hearinā€™ folks tell how when they bought new shoes they always asked for a ā€˜fibā€™s worth of squeakā€™ in ā€˜em.ā€

ā€œAnd now they pay the shoemaker more than a ā€˜fibā€™ to put a few pegs in the shoes and take the squeak out.ā€

ā€œWell, well, how things get different! But then Iā€™m glad mine donā€™t make no noise if thatā€™s the way now.ā€

Commencement day Millie could have held her own with any well-dressed city woman. Her plain face was almost beautiful as she stood ready for the great event of Amandaā€™s life. At the last moment she thought of the big bush of shrubs in the yardā€”ā€œI must get me a shrub to smell in the Commencement,ā€ she decided. So she gathered one of the queer-looking, fragrant brown blossoms, tied it in the corner of her handkerchief and bruised it gently so that the sweet perfume might be exuded. ā€œUm-ah,ā€ she breathed in the odor, ā€œnow Iā€™m ready for Millersville.ā€

As she stood with Mrs. Reist and Philip on the front porch waiting for Uncle Amos she said to Mrs. Reist, ā€œAinā€™t Amanda fixed me up fine? Abodyā€™d hardly know me.ā€

Mrs. Reist in her plain gray Mennonite dress and stiff black silk bonnet was, as usual, an attractive figure. Philip, grown to the dignity of long trousers, carried himself with all the poise of seventeen. He was now a student in the Lancaster High School and had he not learned to dress and act like city boys do! Uncle Amos, in his best Sunday suit of gray, his Mennonite hat in his hand, ambled along last as the little group went down the aisle of the Millersville chapel to see Amandaā€™s graduation.

As Amanda marched in, her red hair parted on the side and coiled into a womanly coiffure, wearing a simple white organdie, she was just one of the hundred graduates who marched into the chapel. But later, as she stood alone on the platform and delivered her oration, ā€œThe Flowers of the Garden Spot,ā€ she held the interested attention of all in that vast audience. She knew her subject and succeeded in waking in the hearts of her hearers a desire to go out in the green fields and quiet woods and find the lovely habitants of the flower world.

After it was all over and she stood, shining-eyed and happy, among her own people in the chapel, Martin Landis joined them. He, too, had left childhood behind. The serious gravity of his new estate was deepened in his face, but the same tenderness that had soothed the numerous Landis babies also still dwelt there. One of the regrets of his heart was the fact that nature had denied him great stature. He had always dreamed of growing into a tall man, powerful in physique, like Lyman Mertzheimer. But nature was obstinate and Martin Landis reached manhood, a strong, sturdy being, but of medium height. His mother tried to assuage his disappointment by asserting that even if his stature was not great as he wished his heart was big enough to make up for it. He tried to live up to her valuation of him, but it was scant comfort as he stood in the presence of physically big men. Life had not dealt generously with him as with Amanda in the matter of education. He wanted a chance to study at some institution higher than the little school at Crow Hill but his father needed him on the farm. The elder man was subject to attacks of rheumatism and at such times the brunt of farm labor fell upon the shoulders of Martin.

Money was scarce in the Landis household, there were so many mouths to feed and it seemed to Martin that he would never have the opportunity to do anything but work in the fields from early spring to late autumn, snatch a few months for study in a business college in Lancaster, then go back again to the ploughing and arduous duties of his fatherā€™s farm. He thought enviously of Lyman Mertzheimer, whose father had sent him to a well-known preparatory school and then started him in a full course in one of the leading universities of the country. If he had a chance like that! If he could only get away from the farm long enough to earn some money he knew he could work his way through school and fit himself for some position he would like better than farming. Some such thoughts ran through his brain as he went to congratulate Amanda on her graduation day.

ā€œOh, Martin!ā€ she greeted him cordially. ā€œSo you got here, after all. Iā€™m so glad!ā€

ā€œSo am I. I wouldnā€™t have missed that oration for a great deal. I could smell the arbutusā€”say, it was great, Amanda!ā€

At that moment Lyman Mertzheimer joined them.

ā€œCongratulations, Amanda,ā€ he said in his affected manner. As the good-looking son of a wealthy man he credited himself with the possession of permissible pride. ā€œCongratulations,ā€ he repeated, ignoring the smaller man who stood by the side of the girl. ā€œYour oration was beautifully rendered. You were very eloquent, but if you will pardon me, Iā€™d like to remind you of one flower you forgot to mentionā€”a very important flower of the Garden Spot.ā€

ā€œI did?ā€ she said as though it were a negligible matter. ā€œWhat was the flower I forgot?ā€

ā€œAmanda Reist,ā€ he said, and laughed at his supposed cleverness.

ā€œOh,ā€ she replied, vexed at his words and his bold attitude, ā€œI left that out purposely along with some of the weeds of the Garden Spot I might have mentioned.ā€

ā€œMeaning me?ā€ He lifted his eyebrows in question. ā€œYou donā€™t really mean that, Amanda.ā€ He spoke in winning voice. ā€œI know you donā€™t mean that so I wonā€™t quarrel with you.ā€

ā€œWell, I guess you better not!ā€ spoke up Millie who had listened to all that was said. ā€œYou donā€™t have to get our Amanda cross on this here day. She done fine in that speech and weā€™re proud of her and donā€™t want you nor no one else to go spoil it by any fuss.ā€

ā€œI see you have more than one champion, Amanda. Iā€™ll have to be very careful how I speak to you.ā€ He laughed but a glare of anger shone in his eyes.

A few moments later the little party broke up and Lyman went off alone. A storm raged within himā€”ā€œA hired girl to speak to me like thatā€”a common hired girl! Iā€™ll teach her her place when I marry Amanda. And Amanda was high and mighty to-day. Thought she owned the world because she graduated from Millersville! As though thatā€™s anything! Sheā€™s the kind needs a strong hand, a master hand. And Iā€™ll be the master! I like her kind, the women who have spirit and fire. But she needs to be held under, subjected by a stronger spirit. That little runt of a Martin Landis was hanging round her, too. He has no show when Iā€™m in the running. Heā€™s poor and has no education. Heā€™s just a clodhopper.ā€

Meanwhile the clodhopper had also said goodbye to Amanda. For some reason he did not stop to analyze, the heart of Martin Landis was light as he went home from the Commencement at Millersville. He had always detested Lyman Mertzheimer, for he had felt too often the snubs and taunts of the rich boy. Amandaā€™s rebuff of the arrogant youth pleased Martin.

ā€œI like Amanda,ā€ he thought frankly, but he never went beyond that in the analysis of his feelings for the comrade of his childhood and young boyhood. ā€œI like her and Iā€™d hate to see her waste her time on a fellow like Lyman Mertzheimer. Iā€™m glad she squelched him. Perhaps some day heā€™ll find there are still some desirable things that money canā€™t buy.ā€

CHAPTER VII AMANDA REIST, TEACHER

Amanda had no desire to teach far from her home. ā€œI want to see the whole United States if I live long enough,ā€ she declared, ā€œbut I want to travel through the distant parts of it, not settle there to live. While I have a home I want

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