Authors: Mary Christner Borntrager

Tags: #Fiction, #Action & Adventure, #test

Ellie (2 page)

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Ellie Skips School

She was only a little girl, but already she felt the sting of being different. You see, Ellie Maust was born into an Amish home. Her life had been very sheltered until she entered the first grade of school. Even now she would like to forget that horrible day.

"Mama," she cried, "I'm not going back." And in her German dialect, with tears streaming down her face, she began to enumerate all the sorrows of the day. "I was the only girl who wore a cap and black stockings. They called me names and made fun of me.''

"Oh, Ellie," said her mother, "we are God's people, and the Bible says we must endure such things for his sake."

But Ellie didn't care. She didn't want to do what the Bible said if it made her so miserable. They had called her "bandy legs" and "dumb Dutch." And one little boy, who sat behind her in class, tried to pull

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the black cap off her head. If only they lived closer to the main Amish settlement, then she could go to Little Oaks School, where some of her Amish church friends were going. But her papa had made a good buy on a farm over toward Hatfield. He just couldn't pass up such an opportunity.

"Ach, Jake," her mother had said, "are you sure we are doing the right thing? It's such a long way to church."

"Then we start early," Jake answered in his deep tone of voice.

"But who will the children play with so far from our community?"

"Play!" boomed Papa. "They will have plenty to do on the big farm. No need for play." That settled that.

And now that Ellie had found other children at school, they only made fun of her and didn't seem to want to play. No, it was fixed in her mindshe would not go back. Life had never seemed so cruel.

"Ellie, the wood box is empty. Hurry now and bring in some kindling, so I can get supper started." Her mother's request broke into Ellie's thoughts, and she started for the woodpile. The oldest of five children (the youngest ones were twins), Ellie had been taught to obey without question. Her parents were good to her and provided well for their little family, but they did not tolerate dawdling.

The children soon learned, too, that you did not talk back or try to reason your way; Mama's and Papa's words were law. Ellie knew this and generally obeyed. Yet she was a strong-willed child and was sometimes taken to the woodshed, where it was

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made clear what was expected of her. So as she worked at filling the woodbox, setting the table, running errands to the basement and fruit cellar for her mother, and caring for her twin sisters, a plan was forming in her head.

"Tomorrow I will act sick; yes, that is what I will do. Then I won't have to go back to school." Child that she was, she didn't think beyond tomorrow.

It seemed the evening passed much more pleasantly, now that she had solved her big problem. She didn't even mind giving in to her two younger brothers so they could have the kerosine lamp in their room all night. She was old enough now to sleep in the dark, her papa said. The Amish do not have electricity or telephones or any modern conveniences in their homes. It's worldly, and Ellie's family did not practice worldly ways.

Ellie snuggled way down under the quilt. She felt cozy and good all over. How soon morning came! As usual, Ellie started to jump out of bed when Papa called. But she remembered her plan and turned over to go back to sleep. She heard her brothers run downstairs. Before long she heard the stairway door open. Papa's voice boomed, "Ellie, come now, or I will come up there."

Ellie trembled, but she stuck to her plan. Soon she heard heavy footsteps on the stairs, then in the hallway, and now in her room.

"What is the matter with you? Why don't you come when you are called?"

"Oh, Papa, I don't feel good," she replied.

"You were alright last night. I wonder when this

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started. Well, I guess I'd better let Mom take a look at you. She knows better about such things than I do." And with that, he clomped downstairs again, his big work shoes making great thuds all the way.

Mama rushed upstairs. Her face was full of concern. What could be wrong? Her daughter had been fine the evening before. In fact, Mama thought, she was extra cheerful during supper and sang while helping with the dishes.

"What's wrong, Ellie. Where do you hurt?"

"My head," she said.

Mother felt her forehead. "You don't feel hot. I don't think you have a fever. Does your stomach hurt?"

"Oh, yes, my stomach and my back."

"Don't tell me you are starting with the flu," said Mama. "Ach, I shall give you a good dose of castor oil. You stay upstairs now. I don't want the other children to get sick yet, too." And Mother went to fetch the medicine.

Castor oil! Now Ellie began to wish she hadn't pretended to be sick. She hated castor oil. It tasted awful. If only she could think up some way to get out of this dilemma. But before a plan could even begin to form in her head, her mother was back with a big tablespoon and the oil.

"Open wide," she said, as she brought the brimming spoonful toward Ellie's mouth. Ellie ducked her head under the quilt and covered her mouth with her hands.

"Ellie," said her mother, "either take this or I will go get your father."

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That was all that needed to be said. Ellie knew if her papa became involved, she would have to take the medicine and a punishment besides.

"There, now," Mother said as she tucked the covers around her child, "a good cleaning out never hurt anybody."

The little girl knew what Mama was referring to. Sure enough, within an hour Ellie began her numerous trips to the little house out back. Too bad indoor plumbing was worldly, too. She didn't like to spend so much time out there. Even though her mother kept it whitewashed, with a bucket of lime handy to repel the odors, big ugly spiders lived there, and sometimes wasps tried to build under the roof.

The day was growing warmer. Time seemed to stand still. Ellie was hungry, but all she was allowed that day was tea and toast. At suppertime she said she was feeling a lot better, but Mom thought it best if she still ate light. She would have welcomed a chance now to take care of the twins, but that was forbidden, too, "lest they catch whatever you have, or had," her mother said. It seemed by now Ellie's mother suspected something was amiss, yet she was going to treat her daughter as if she really were ill.

It was a long night. Sleep just didn't want to come. Generally Ellie jumped in bed, tired from the day's activities, and was soon in dreamland. But tonight was different. She had slept some during the day, and now that everything was quiet and dark, she began to feel pangs of guilt at what she had done.

Finally, she uttered the lines of her little German

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prayer:
"Jesu hör dein kleines Kind, vergib mir alle meine Sünd.
"("Jesus, hear your little child, forgive all my sins.")

Then, burying her head in her pillow, she fell asleep.

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2
A New Friend

Ellie first saw her standing by the bushes at the far corner of the schoolhouse. A bright flash of yellow caught her eye through the group of taunting children around her. It appeared as though a wisp of a girl had been pushed against the hedge wall and now cringed there defenselessly. "Clodhopper" and "hopalong" were some of the names being hurled at the cowering child. Just then the teacher made an unexpected appearance, and the group of naughty children scattered. Ellie remained quietly where she had been standing. The little girl in the bright yellow dress came slowly toward her.

For the first time, Ellie saw the child was crippled. Her little feet were encased in shoes which looked far too heavy for one so small. One shoe had pieces of steel fastened to each side and continuing up the leg. Leather straps held the steel pieces in place. Without meaning to, Ellie stared at this con-

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traption. It was a leg brace, but she had never seen anything like it before. The two girls could do no more than look at each other, when the school bell rang, calling them inside.

Two things Ellie liked about school were its drinking fountains and its indoor plumbing. It seemed like some kind of magic to be able to get water by merely pushing a button. She waited at the end of the line for a drink and then took her seat.

"Everyone get out your number books," Miss Olive said. All the children had made number books from colorful construction paper which their teacher had provided.

Miss Olive was a very plain-looking person. Her hair was beginning to gray. It seemed her glasses never stayed up on her nose, and she looked out over them more than through them. But Ellie thought she was beautiful.

There was a shuffle and rustle of feet, hands, and paper as books were taken from desks and placed in front of each student.

"Today we will practice writing from ten to twenty again. Try to stay within the lines. You will be checked on neatness, as well as knowledge of your numbers." What did
knowledge
mean? Oh, if only Teacher wouldn't use such hard words. Ellie still had trouble speaking English, so she wished Miss Olive would speak just plain words.

Well, anyway, she was going to try to get every number right and do her very neatest work. She had been taught at home that work half done must be redone. As Mother always said, "Might as well do it

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right the first time. It wastes time to do it over again." So Ellie bent over her paper and began to work hard.

Fifteen minutes passed.

"Please pass your number books to the front of your row," said the teacher. "While I'm checking your books, you may color page twelve in your
ABC Learn and Do
folders."

The picture on page twelve was of a baby lamb in a meadow. The letter for today was "L." A little girl was feeding milk to the lamb from a bottle. A lake ran through the meadow, and pretty flowers grew all around. Right away, Ellie picked up her yellow crayon and began to color the dress on the little girl in the picture yellow. All of a sudden, she thought,
Why, this is the little crippled girl in my pictureonly she is not crippled now.
She began to look at the girl in the second seat, two rows across from her, and then back to the picture of the girl in her folder. Yes, they looked very much alike. The shape of the chin, the little nose slightly uptilted, and even the hair falling down around the shoulders.

Ellie was delighted. She finished the yellow dress, then did the hair a light brown, and the eyes had to be bluethe blue of summer skies. Oh, it was the most beautiful picture, and she would keep it forever. She did not have pictures at home because her parents believed pictures were wrong. No wonder that every gaily colored object, every picture and book, fascinated Ellie. A whole new world was opening up for her.

When all the pictures were finished, they were

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collected and put on display above the chalkboard. These provided many happy moments for the little Amish child as she studied each one intently. One especially caught her attention, and she kept coming back to it again and again. The girl in the picture was wearing a drab brown dress, very much like the shade of her own. Who would want to put such a plain dress on such a pretty girl? The picture is colored so neatly, too.
It looks like my old brown dress. Oh, I know, someone did it to make fun of me.
With these thoughts racing through her mind, she was hardly aware that Miss Olive was speaking until she heard her name called.

"Ellie Maust, please come to the front of the room." Trembling, she slowly got out of her seat and went shyly forward. There were a few snickers and whispers as she went, but the teacher soon quieted them. "Class," said Miss Olive, "I want you all to see the fine work Ellie has done with today's number page." She held up the book for all to see. ''I'm also pleased that I could give her the first large gold star. Some of you did well and were given a blue star, some received a red star for work that was fair, but Ellie did very well, and I'm proud of her. If she can do it, some of you can, too. Let's all try just a little bit harder. You may go back to your seat now, Ellie, and keep up the good work," the teacher said, as she handed Ellie's book back to her.

The shy little girl didn't know what to make of all this. She felt embarrassed, ecstatically happy, and wicked all at the same time. She was embarrassed because she had been praised, and in front of her

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