Amanda: A Daughter of the Mennonites - Page 62/147

A stranger in Lancaster County seeing an Amish family group might

easily wonder if he had not been magically transported to some secluded

spot of Europe, far from the beaten paths of modernity. But in the

cosmopolitan population 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 sash tripping along with her feet in

silk socks and white slippers, of what avail is it? The hold of family

customs is strong among them and the world and its allurements and

vanities are things to be left stringently alone.

To Amanda Reist, the Amish children made strong appeal. Their presence

was one of the reasons she enjoyed tending market. Many stories she

wove in her imagination about the little lads in their long trousers

and the tiny girls in their big bonnets.

But when the marketing was in full swing Amanda had scant time for any

weaving of imaginary stories. Purchasers stopped at the stall and in a

short time the produce was sold, with the exception of cheese and eggs

which had been ordered the previous week.

"Ach," complained Millie, "now if these people would fetch this cheese

and the eggs we'd be done and could go home. Our baskets are all empty

but them. But it seems like some of these here city folks can't get to

market till eight o'clock. They have to sleep till seven."

She was interrupted by the approach of a young girl, fashionably

dressed.

"Why," exclaimed Amanda, "here comes Isabel Souders, one of the

Millersville girls."

Isabel Souders was a girl of the butterfly type, made for sunshine,

beauty, but not intended, apparently, for much practical use. Like the

butterfly, her excuse for being was her beauty. Pretty, with dark hair,

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 well

as in appearance. At school something like friendship had sprung up

between Amanda and the city girl, no doubt each attracted to the other

by the very directness of their opposite personalities and tastes.

Isabel Souders was a year younger than Amanda. She lacked all of the

latter's ambition. Music and Art and having a good time were the things

that engrossed her attention. 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 was Isabel, but she had a way of

glossing things, shedding blame without causing innocent ones to

suffer, that somehow endeared her to students and teachers alike.