problem making these compromises. In fact, life would be much easier if Bekka were the one to enter a singing contest. Except that she couldnât carry a tune in a bucket.
âI wonder how much money I should bring,â Katrina mused. âIâll need to get some out of my bean jar.â
âYour what?â
Katrina waved her hand. âNo matter. And donât worry, I will pay for all we needâyou and me both.â
Bekkaâs eyes lit up. âOh, I nearly forgot. You still have the money your grandmother left you.â
â Ja . Maybe she knew I would have need of it.â
On Thursday night, Katrina thought she would be too anxious to sleep, but it had been such a busy day that she was exhausted. âAre you afraid?â Sadie asked quietly in the darkness.
âAfraid?â Katrina considered the meaning of the word. âNo, I donât think so. But I am nervous.â
âDo you think youâll get homesick?â
âHomesick?â
âIâve read about it in books. A girl goes away from home for the first time and she misses it so much she gets homesick. Do you think youâll get it too?â
Katrina chuckled. âI doubt it. Iâll only be gone a few days.â
âDid you decide what youâre going to sing yet?â
âNot exactly. But I have narrowed it down to three songs.â She didnât tell Sadie that one of the songsâthe one she was leaning towardâwas one that their very own mammi had written and performed nearly fifty years ago. Bekka had made the discovery on her computer, learning that âAfter the Storm,â a moving song about the destructiveness of war, had been written by Starla Knight.
âI hope you sing the tin soldier song,â Sadie said wistfully.
âItâs one that Iâm considering.â
âIâll be praying for you, Katrina.â
âThank you.â Katrina reached over, hugging her little sister in the darkness. To her surprise, she felt tears in her eyes. âIâll be praying for you too.â
Sadie laughed. âPraying that I donât let your tomatoes dry up, Iâll bet.â
The next morning, Katrina got up before the sun, which was quite early in June. She had already packed her bag for the trip, and the blue dress she planned to wear for travelinghung on a peg, ready to go. In the darkness she pulled on her black stockings and then the dress, pinned her apron into place, pinned on her shoulder shawl, and slipped her feet into her good black leather shoes. Tucking her nightgown into the bag, she looked around the room, which was so dark she could barely see. Without making a sound, she slipped out and down the hallway and was just going to the kitchen when she noticed a golden glow in there.
âMamm?â she said in surprise. âYou didnât need to get up this early.â
Mamm, still in her long white nightgown, turned toward Katrina. âI couldnât let you go without saying a proper goodbye.â She handed Katrina a paper bag. âI know you already packed some food for your trip, but I made some moon pies last night.â
Katrina hugged her. âThank you, Mamm.â
âI will be praying for you,â she said solemnly.
âI know you will.â
Mamm looked out the window to where a buggy, with its lanterns glowing, was just pulling up in their driveway. âDonât keep them waiting.â
With her arms loaded with the bagsâand tears in her eyesâKatrina told Mamm goodbye, then hurried out into the darkness. She hoped this wasnât a mistake.
âMorning,â Cooper said as he helped her into the buggy.
âGood morning,â she said brightly.
âMorning?â Bekka grumbled. âThis is the middle of the night.â
âYou can tell Bekkaâs not a farm girl,â Cooper teased. âKatrina and I are used to getting up with the chickens.â
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