"But it's a lively, merry place. I always like to come here."

"Do you, now? Well, I like to have you. I often say to Martin that

you're like a streak of sunshine comin' on a winter day, always so

happy and full of fun, it does abody good to have you around. Ach"--in

answer to a whisper from the six-year-old baby, "yes, well, go take a

few cookies. Only put the lid on the crock tight again so the cookies

will keep fresh. Now I guess I better look after my short cake once.

Mister likes everything baked brown. Then I guess we'll set the table

if you don't mind tellin' me a little how."

"I'll be glad to."

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While Mrs. Landis went up-stairs to get her very best table-cloth

Amanda looked about the room with its plain country furnishings, its

hominess and yet utter lack of real artistry in decoration. Her heart

rebelled. What business had a girl like Isabel Souders to enter a

family like the Landis's? She'd like to bet that the city girl would

disdain the dining-room with its haircloth sofa along one wall and its

organ in one corner, its quaint, silk-draped mantel where two vases of

Pampas grass hobnobbed with an antique pink and white teapot and two

pewter plates; its lack of buffet or fashionable china closet, its old,

low-backed, cane-seated walnut chairs round a table, long of necessity

to hold plates for so large a family.

"Here it is, the finest one I got. That's one I got yet when I went

housekeepin'. I don't use it often, it's a little long for the kitchen

table." Mrs. Landis proudly exhibited her old linen table-cloth. "Now

then, take hold."

In a few minutes the cloth was spread upon the table and the best

dishes brought from a closet built into the kitchen wall.

"How many plates?" asked Amanda.

"Why, let's count once. Eleven of us and Isabel makes twelve and--won't

you stay, too, Amanda?"

"Oh, no! I'd make thirteen," she said, laughing.

"Ach, I don't believe in that unlucky business. You can just as well

stay and have a good time with us. You know Isabel."

"Yes, I know her. But really, I can't stay. I must get home early. Some

other time I'll stay."

"All right, then, but I'd like it if you could be here."

"I'll put twelve plates on the table."

"What I don't know about is the napkins, Amanda. We used to roll them

up and put them in the tumblers and then some people folded them in

triangles and laid them on the plates, but I don't know if that's right

now. Mine are just folded square."

"That's right. I'll place them to the side, so. And the forks go here

and the knives and spoons to this side."