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Amanda — a Daughter of the Mennonites by Anna Balmer Myers
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here,' he ordered;' who wants such a smell in the house! Go to the
wood-shed and I'll get you soap and water and other clothes.' So I went
to the wood-shed, and he came out with a lantern and water and clothes
and I began to scrub. After I was dressed we went to the barn-yard and
he held the lantern while I dug a deep hole, and the clothes, my best
Sunday clothes, went down into the ground and dirt on top. And that
settled courtin' for a while with me."

Uncle Amos's story _had_ interfered with the snitzing.

"Say," said Millie, "how can abody snitz apples when you make 'em laugh
till the tears run down over the face?"

"Oh, come on," cried Amanda, "I just thought of it--let's tell fortunes
with the peelin's! Everybody peel an apple with the peelin' all in one
piece and then throw it over the right shoulder, and whatever letter it
makes on the floor is the initial of the person you're goin' to marry."

"All right. Now, Millie, no cheatin'," teased Uncle Amos. "Don't you go
peel yours so it'll fall into a Z, for I know that Zach Miller's been
after you this long while already."

"Ach, him? He's as ugly as seven days' rainy weather."

"Ach, shoot it," said Phil, disgust written on his face as he threw a
paring over his shoulder; "mine always come out an S. Guess that's the
only letter you can make. S for Sadie, Susie--who wants them? That's a
rotten way to tell fortunes!"

"Now look at mine, everybody!" cried Amanda as she flung her long apple
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