Amanda: A Daughter of the Mennonites
To My Sister
The scorching heat of a midsummer day beat mercilessly upon the earth. Travelers on the dusty roads, toilers in the fields, and others exposed to the rays of the sun, thought yearningly of cooling winds and running streams. They would have looked with envy upon the scene being enacted in one of the small streams of Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. There a little red-haired girl, barefooted, her short gingham skirt tucked up unevenly here and there, was wading in the cool, shallow waters of a creek that was tree-bordered and willow-arched. Her clear, rippling laughter of sheer joy broke through the Sabbatical calm of that quiet spot and echoed up and down the meadow as she splashed about in the brook.
“Ach,” she said aloud, “this here’s the best fun! Abody wouldn’t hardly know it’s so powerful hot out to-day. All these trees round the crick makes it cool. I like wadin’ and pickin’ up the pebbles, some of ’em washed round and smooth like little white soup beans--ach, I got to watch me,” she exclaimed, laughing, as she made a quick movement to retain her equilibrium. “The big stones are slippery from bein’ in the water. Next I know I’ll sit right down in the crick. Then wouldn’t Phil be ready to laugh at me! It wonders me now where he is. I wish he’d come once and we’d have some fun.”
As if in answer to her wish a boyish whistle rang out, followed by a long-drawn “Oo-oh, Manda, where are you?”
“Here. Wadin’ in the crick,” she called. “Come on in.”
She splashed gleefully about as her brother came into sight and walked with mock dignity through the meadow to the stream. He held his red-crowned head high and sang teasingly, “Manda, Manda, red-headed Manda; tee-legged, toe-legged, bow-legged Manda!”
“Philip Reist,” she shouted crossly, “I am not! My legs are straighter’n yours! You dare, you just dare once, to come in the crick and say that and see what you get!”
Although two years her junior he accepted the challenge and repeated the doggerel as he planted his bare feet in the water. She splashed him and he retaliated, but the boy, though smaller, was agile, and in an unguarded moment he caught the girl by the wrists and pushed her so she sat squarely in the shallow waters of the brook.
Anna Balmer Myers
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AMANDA
A DAUGHTER OF THE MENNONITES
CONTENTS
ILLUSTRATIONS
CHAPTER I
“While the Heart Beats Young”
CHAPTER II
The Snitzing Party
CHAPTER III
Boiling the Apple Butter
CHAPTER IV
A Visit to Martin’s Mother
CHAPTER V
At Aunt Rebecca’s House
CHAPTER VI
School Days
CHAPTER VII
Amanada Reist, Teacher
CHAPTER VIII
The Spelling Bee
CHAPTER IX
At the Market
CHAPTER X
Pink Moccasins
CHAPTER XI
The Boarder
CHAPTER XII
Unhappy Days
CHAPTER XIII
The Trouble Maker
CHAPTER XIV
The County Superintendent’s Visit
CHAPTER XV
“Martin’s Girl”
CHAPTER XVI
Aunt Rebecca’s Will
CHAPTER XVII
Martin’s Dark Hour
CHAPTER XVIII
The Comforter
CHAPTER XIX
Vindication
CHAPTER XX
Dinner at Landis’s
CHAPTER XXI
Berrying
CHAPTER XXII
On the Mountain Top
CHAPTER XXIII
Tests
CHAPTER XXIV
“You Saved the Wrong One”
CHAPTER XXV
The Heart of Millie
CHAPTER XXVI
“One Heart Made o’ Two”