Amanda: A Daughter of the Mennonites - Page 73/147

Many evenings Martin sat on the Reist porch and he and Isabel laughed

and chatted and sometimes half-absent-mindedly referred a question to

Amanda. Frequently that young lady felt herself to be a fifth wheel and

sought some diversion. Excuses were easy to find; the most palpable one

was accepted with calm credulity by the infatuated young people.

One day, when three weeks of the boarder's stay were gone, Lyman

Mertzheimer came home from college, bringing with him a green roadster,

the gift of his wealthy, indulgent father.

He drew up to the Reist house and tooted his horn until Amanda ran into

the yard to discover what the noise meant.

"Good-morning, Lady Fair!" he called, laughing at her expression of

surprise. "I thought I could make you come! Bump of curiosity is still

working, I see. Wait, I'm coming in," he called after her as she turned

indignantly and moved toward the house.

"Please!" He called again as she halted, ashamed to be so lacking in

cordiality. "I want to see you. That's a cold, cruel way to greet a

fellow who's just come home from college and rushes over to see you

first thing."

He entered the yard and Amanda bade him, "Come up. Sit down," as she

took a chair on the porch. "So you're back for the summer, Lyman."

"Yes. Aren't you delighted?" He smiled at her teasingly. "I'm back to

the 'sauerkraut patch' again. Glory, I wish Dad would sell out and move

to some decent place."

"Um," she grunted, refraining from speech.

"Yes. I loathe this Dutch, poky old place. The only reason I'm glad to

ever see it again is because you live here. That's the only excuse I

have to be glad to see Lancaster County. And that reminds me, Amanda,

have you forgotten what I told you at the Spelling Bee? Do you still

feel you don't want to tackle the job of reforming me? Come, now," he

pleaded, "give a fellow a bit of hope to go on."

"I told you no, Lyman. I don't change my mind so easily."

"Oh, you naughty girl!" came Isabel's sweet voice as she drifted to the

porch. "I looked all over the house for you, Amanda, and here I find

you entertaining a charming young man."

Isabel was lovely as usual. Amanda introduced Lyman to her and as the

honeyed words fell from the lips of the city girl the country girl

stood contemplating the pair before her. "That's the first time," she

thought, "I was glad to hear that voice. I do wish those two would be

attracted to each other. They match in many ways."

Lyman Mertzheimer was not seriously attracted to Isabel, but he was at

times a keen strategist and the moment he saw the city girl an idea

lodged in his brain. Here was a pretty girl who could, no doubt, easily

be made to accept attentions from him. By Jove, he'd make Amanda

jealous! He'd play with Isabel, shower attentions upon her until Amanda

would see what she missed by snubbing a Mertzheimer!