One of Aunt Sarah’s special economies was the saving of twine and paper bags.  The latter were always neatly folded, when emptied, and placed in a cretonne bag made for that purpose, hanging in a convenient corner of the kitchen.

Aunt Sarah’s gingham apron was replaced afternoons by one made from fine, Lonsdale cambric, of ample proportions, and on special occasions she donned a hemstitched linen apron, inset at upper edge of hem with crocheted lace insertion, the work of her own deft fingers.  Aunt Sarah’s aprons, cut straight, on generous lines, were a part of her individuality.

Sarah Landis declared:  “Happiness consists in giving and in serving others,” and she lived up to the principles she advocated.  She frequently quoted from the “Sons of Martha,” by Kipling: 

  “Lift ye the stone or cleave the wood, to make a path more fair or flat,
  Not as a ladder from earth to heaven, not as an altar to any creed,
  But simple service, simply given, to his own kind in their human need.”

“I think this so fine,” said Aunt Sarah, “and so true a sentiment that I am almost compelled to forgive Kipling for saying ’The female of the species is more deadly than the male.’”

Aunt Sarah’s goodness was reflected in her face and in the tones of her voice, which were soft and low, yet very decided.  She possessed a clear, sweet tone, unlike the slow, peculiar drawl often aiding with the rising inflection peculiar to many country folk among the “Pennsylvania Germans.”

The secret of Aunt Sarah’s charm lay in her goodness.  Being always surrounded by a cheery atmosphere, she benefited all with whom she came in contact.  She took delight in simple pleasures.  She had the power of extracting happiness from the common, little every-day tasks and frequently remarked, “Don’t strive to live without work, but to find more joy in your work.”  Her opinions were highly respected by every one in the neighborhood, and, being possessed of an unselfish disposition, she thought and saw good in every one; brought out the best in one, and made one long to do better, just to gain her approval, if for no higher reward.  Sarah Landis was a loyal friend and one would think the following, by Mrs. Craik, applied to her: 

“Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort, of feeling safe with a person—­having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are—­chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.”

She was never so happy as when doing an act of kindness for some poor unfortunate, and often said.  “If ’twere not for God and good people, what would become of the unfortunate?” and thought like George McDonald, “If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life of any man or woman (I should add child) I shall feel that I have worked with God.”