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âCharm stringâwhatâs a charm string?â
âWait once. Iâll show you.â
The woman left the room. They heard her tramp about up-stairs and soon she returned with a long string of buttons threaded closely together and forming a heavy cable.
âOh, let me see! Ainât that nice!â exclaimed Amanda. âWhere did you ever get so many buttons and all different?â
âWe used to beg them. When I was a girl everybody mostly had a charm string. I kept puttinâ buttons on mine till I was well up in my twenties, then the string was full and big so I stopped. I used to hang it over the looking glass in the parlor and everybody that came looked at it.â
Amanda fingered the charm string interestedly. Antique buttons, iridescent, golden, glimmering, some with carved flowers, others globules of colored glass, many of them with quaint filigree brass mounting over colored background, a few G. A. R. buttons from old uniforms, speckled china ones like portions of bird eggsâall strung together and each one having a history to the little old eccentric woman who had cherished them through many years.
âThis one Martin Landis give me for the string and this one is from Jonasâ wedding jacket and this pretty blue glass one a girl gave me thatâs dead this long aâready.â
âOhââAmandaâs eyes shone. She turned to her mother, âDid you ever have a charm string, Mom?â
âYes. A pretty one. But I let you play with it when you were a baby and the string got broke and the buttons put in the box or lost.â
âAch, but that spites me. Iâd like to see it and have you tell where the buttons come from. I like old things like that, I do.â
âThen mebbe youâd like to see my friendship cane,â said Aunt Rebecca.
âOh, yes! Whatâs that?â Amanda rose from her chair, eager to see what a friendship cane could be.
âMy goodness, sit down! You get me all hoodled up when you act so jumpy,â said the aunt. Then she walked to a corner of the parlor, reached behind the big cupboard and drew out a cane upon which were tied some thirty ribbon bows of various colors.
âAnd is that a friendship cane?â asked Amanda. âWhatâs it for?â
âAch, it was just such a style, good for nothinâ but for the girls of my day to have a little pleasure with. We got boys and girls to give us pretty ribbons and we exchanged with some and then we tied âem on the cane. See, theyâre all old kinds oâ ribbons yet. Some are double-faced satin and some with them little scallops at the edge, and theyâre pretty colors, too. I could tell the name of every person who give me a ribbon for that cane. My goodness, lots oâ them boys and girls been dead long aâready. I guess abody shouldnât hold up such old things so long, it just makes you feel bad still when you rake âem out and look at âem. Here now, let me put it away, thatâs enough lookinâ for one day.â She spoke brusquely and put the cane into its hiding-place behind the glass cupboard.
As Amanda watched the stern, unlovely face during the critical, faultfinding conversation which followed, she thought to herself, âI just believe that Uncle Amos told the truth when he said that Aunt Rebeccaâs like a chestnut burr. Sheâs all prickly on the outside but sheâs got a nice, smooth side to her that abody donât often get the chance to see. Mebbe now, if sheâd married Martin Landisâs pop sheâd be by now just as nice as Mrs. Landis. It wonders me now if she would!â
Mrs. Reistâs desire for a happy childhood for her children was easily realized, especially in the case of Amanda. She had the happy faculty of finding joy in little things, things commonly called insignificant. She had a way of taking to herself each beauty of nature, each joy note of the birds, the airy loveliness of the clouds, and being thrilled by them.
With Phil and Martin Landisâand the ubiquitous Landis babyâshe explored every field, woods and roadside in the Crow Hill section of the county. From association with her Phil and Martin had developed an equal interest in outdoors. The Landis boy often came running into the Reist yard calling for Amanda and exclaiming excitedly, âI found a birdâs nest! Itâs an oriole this time, the dandiest thing way out on the end of a tiny twig. Come on see it!â
Amanda was the moving spirit of that little group of nature students. Phil and Martin might have never known an oriole from a thrush if she had not led them along the path of knowledge. Sometimes some of the intermediate Landis children joined the group. At times Lyman Mertzheimer sauntered along and invited himself, but his interest was feigned and his welcome was not always cordial.
âYou Lyman Mertzheimer,â Amanda said to him one day, âif you want to go along to see birdsâ nests you got to keep quiet! You think itâs smart to scare them off the nests. That poor thrasher, now, that you scared last week! You had her heart thumpinâ so her throat most burst. And her with her nest right down on the ground where we could watch the babies if we kept quiet. Youâre awful mean!â
âHuh,â he answered, âwhatâs a bird! All this fuss about a dinky brown bird that canât do anything but flop its wings and squeal when you go near it. It was fun to see her flop all around the ground.â
âOh, you nasty mean thing, Lyman Mertzheimerââfor a moment Amanda found no words to express her contempt of himââsometimes I just hate you!â
He went off laughing, flinging back the prediction, âBut some day youâll do the reverse, Amanda Reist.â He felt secure in the belief that he could win the love of any girl he chose if he exerted himself to do so.
The little country school of Crow Hill was necessarily limited in its curriculum, hence when Amanda expressed a desire to become a teacher it was decided to send her to the Normal School at Millersville. At that time she was sixteen and was grown into an attractive girl.
âI know Iâm not beautiful,â she told her mother one day after a long, searching survey in the mirror. âMy hair is too screaming red, but then itâs fluffy and I got a lot of it. Add to red hair a nose thatâs a little pug and a mouth thatâs a little too big and I guess the combination wonât produce any Cleopatra or any Titian beauty.â
âBut you forgot the eyes,â her mother said tenderly. âThey are pretty brown and lookâach, I canât put it in fine words like you could, but I mean this: Your eyes are such honest eyes and always look so happy, like you could see through dark places and find the light and could look on wicked people and see the good in them and be glad about it. You keep that look in your eyes and no pretty girl will be lovelier that you are, Amanda.â
âMother,â the girl cried after she had kissed the white-capped woman, âif my eyes shine itâs the faith and love you taught me thatâs shining in them.â
During the summer preceding Amandaâs departure for school there was pleasant excitement at the Reist farm. Millie was proud of the fact that Amanda was âgoinâ to Millersville till fallâ and lost no opportunity to mention it whenever a friend or neighbor dropped in for a chat.
Aunt Rebecca did not approve of too much education. âOf course,â she put it, âyouâre spendinâ your own money for this Millersville goinâ, but I think youâd do better if you put it to bank and give it to Amanda when she gets married, once. This here rutchinâ round to school so long is all for nothinâ. I guess sheâs smart enough to teach country school without goinâ to Millersville yet.â
However, her protests fell heedlessly on the ears of those most concerned and when the preparation of new clothes began Aunt Rebecca was the first to offer her help. âItâs all for nothinâ, this school learninâ, but if sheâs goinâ anyhow I can just as well as not help with the sewinâ,â she announced and spent a few weeks at the Reist farm, giving valuable aid in the making of Amandaâs school outfit.
Those two weeks were long ones to Philip, who had scant patience with the querulous old aunt. But Amanda, since she had glimpsed the girlhood romance of the woman, had a kindlier feeling for her and could smile at the faultfinding or at least run away from it without retort if it became too vexatious.
Crow Hill was only an hourâs ride from the school at Millersville, so Amanda spent most of her weekends at home. Each time she had wonderful tales to tell, at least they seemed wonderful to the little group at the Reist farmhouse. Mrs. Reist and Uncle Amos, denied in their youth of more than a very meagre education, took just pride in the girl who was pursuing the road to knowledge. Philip, boylike, expressed no pride in his sister, but he listened attentively to her stories of how the older students played pranks on the newcomers. Millie was proud of having our Amanda away at school and did not hesitate to express her pride. She felt sure that before the girlâs three yearsâ course was completed the name of Amanda Reist would shine above all others on the pages of the Millersville Normal School records.
âOh, Iâve learned a few things about human nature,â said Amanda on her second visit home. âYou know I told you last week how nice the older girls are to the new ones. A crowd of Seniors came into our room the other day and they were lovely! One of them told me she adored red hair and she just knew all the girls were going to love me because I have such a sweet face and Iâm so dearâshe emphasized every other word! I wondered what ailed her. She didnât know me well enough to talk like that. Before they left she began to talk about the Page Literary SocietyââDear, weâre all Pageites, and itâs the best, finest society in the school. We do have such good times. You ought to join. All the very nicest girls of the school are in it.â I promised to think it over. Well, soon after they left another bunch of girls came into our room and they were just as sweet to us. By and by one of them said, âDear, weâre all in the Normal Literary Society. Itâs the best society in the school; all the very nicest girls belong to it. You should join it.ââ
âHa, electioneering, was they!â said Uncle Amos, laughing. âWell, leave it to the women. When they get the vote once we men got to pony up. But which society did you join?â
âNeither. Iâm going to wait a while and while Iâm waiting Iâm having a glorious time. The Pageites invited me to a fudge party one night, the Normalites took me for a long walk, a Pageite treated me to icecream soda one day and a Normalite gave me some real home-made cake the same afternoon. Itâs great to be on the fence when both sides are coaxing you to jump their way.â
âWell,â said Millie, her face glowing with interest and pride in the girl, âif
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