so and count after how often she says the same thing. She looked kinda
teary when she said that about gettin' old quick."

"Ach, go on," said Philip, too young to appreciate the subtle shades of
feelings or looks. "You can't back out of it now. Gee, what's bitin'
you? It ain't four o'clock yet, and it ain't right, neither, to go back
on a promise. Anyhow, if we don't go on and count up to thirty you got
to put the worm in her bonnet--you said you would--girls are no good,
they get cold feet."

Thus spurred, Amanda resumed the game until the coveted thirty lines
were marked on the paper. Then, the goal reached, it was Phil's duty to
find a tobacco worm.

Supper at the Reist farmhouse was an ample meal. By that time the
hardest portion of the day's labor was completed and the relaxation
from physical toil made the meal doubly enjoyable. Millie saw to it
that there was always appetizing food set upon the big square table in
the kitchen. Two open doors and three screened windows looking out upon
green fields and orchards made the kitchen a cool refuge that hot
August day.

Uncle Amos, a fat, flushed little man, upon whose shoulders rested the
responsibilities of that big farm, sat at the head of the table. His
tired figure sagged somewhat, but his tanned face shone from a vigorous
scrubbing. Millie sat beside Mrs. Reist, for she was, as she expressed
it, "Nobody's dog, to eat alone." She expected to eat with the folks
where she hired. However, her presence at the table did not prevent her
from waiting on the others. She made frequent trips to the other side
of the big kitchen to replenish any of the depleted dishes.