Amanda: A Daughter of the Mennonites

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ry her. Soon after the Spelling Bee he returned to his college and the girl sighed in relief that his presence was not annoying her. But she reckoned without the

fall out as soon as he can. I'll never marry him. I read somewhere that one girl said, 'I'd rather love what I cannot have, than

possible in a determined effort to forget all about the man who wanted her and whom she did not want, and, m

a ain't lazy. It seems to abody she's workin' more'n ever this here spring. I guess mebbe she thinks s

n't thinkin' of marryin

n't think 'bout it? Women ain't made that way. There ain't one so ugly nor poor, n

of Amanda cut sh

rl, "shall I go to mar

eady here and your Uncle Amos drives me in and helps to get the baskets

ome in to buy flowers and early vegetables. It's like reading a page out of a romance to se

n' for me. But all I can see in market is people runnin' up one aisle

part of the romance. I

the Lancaster market to help dispose of the assort

the city, there are indoor markets where crowds move up and down and buy butter, eggs and vegetables, and such Pennsylvania Dutch specialties as mince meat, cup cheese,

ket several members of the Reist household were kept busy preparing all the produce, and the next day before dawn Uncle Amos hitche

untied the cloth cover from a gray earthen crock of apple butter, and then stood and looked about the market house. She felt the human interest it never

resses of such colors as forest green, royal purple, king's blue or garnet. But the gay dress is always plainly made, after the model of their sect, generally partially subdued by a great black apron, a black pointed cape over the shoulder

thes are so extremely plain that buttons, universally deemed indispensable, are taboo and their place is fil

xact replicas of their parents. Little boys, mere children of three and four years, wear long trousers, tight jackets, blocked hair and broad-brimmed, low-crowned hats. L

ation of Lancaster the Amish awakes a mere moment's interest to the majority of observers. If a bit of envy steals into the heart of the little Amish girl who stands at the Square and sees a child in white organdie and pink

the reasons she enjoyed tending market. Many stories she wove in her imagination a

aginary stories. Purchasers stopped at the stall and in a short time the produce was

e done and could go home. Our baskets are all empty but them. But it seems like some of th

he approach of a young g

re comes Isabel Souders, one

r, Amanda sometimes had envied her during days at the Normal School. Well dressed, petted and spoiled by well-to-do parents who catered to her whims, she seemed, nevertheless, an attractive girl in manner as

ttention. At Millersville she had devoted her time to the pursuit of the three. Professors and hall teachers knew that the moving spirit of many harmless pranks

laughing down the marke

t it was so glorious a day I felt like doing something out of the ordinary. I promised one of the

out.

bered you had a perfect one in your lot of flowe

t their best

g home over the week-end. Oh, coul

ve a special haunt. If no botanizers or flower hunte

the girl sweetly. "Then I'll be out to your

alk till you find a mail-box with our

asin. Won't it be romantic to hunt for such lovely things as they a

'll enjoy it. Finding the wild

eam of what would come out of that