Amanda: A Daughter of the Mennonites - Page 39/147

"Oh, I've learned a few things about human nature," said Amanda on her

second visit home. "You 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 I'm so dear--she emphasized every other word! I

wondered what ailed her. She didn't know me well enough to talk like

that. Before they left she began to talk about the Page Literary

Society--'Dear, we're all Pageites, and it's 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.' 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,

'Dear, we're all in the Normal Literary Society. It's the best society

in the school; all the very nicest girls belong to it. You should join

it.'"

"Ha, electioneering, was they!" said Uncle Amos, laughing. "Well, leave

it to the women. When they get the vote once we men got to pony up. But

which society did you join?"

"Neither. I'm going to wait a while and while I'm waiting I'm 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. It's great to be on the fence when both sides are coaxing

you to jump their way."

"Well," said Millie, her face glowing with interest and pride in the

girl, "if you ain't the funniest! I just bet them girls all want you to

come their way. But what kind o' meals do you get?"

"Good, Millie. Of course, though, I haven't any cellar to go to for pie

or any cooky crock filled with sand-tarts with shellbarks on the top."

"Don't you worry, Manda. I'll make you sand-tarts and lemon pie and

everything you like every time you come home still."

"Millie, you good soul! With that promise to help me I'll work like a

Trojan and win some honors at old M.S.N.S. Just watch me!"

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.