sheltered she was. Her eyes were sparkling, and she looked excited about taking the job. It had taken a lot of gumption for her to accept Samâs offer, so he didnât want to imply that she might not be suited to dealing with the public or to handling the pressures of the upcoming holiday shopping season.
âGut for you, Emma,â he said, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand. âWe should all try new things every now and again. Sam couldnât have asked a more steadfast, dependable person to help him out.â
Emmaâs blush deepened, and she withdrew her hand from his. âDenki for saying that,â she murmured. âI know Iâll have to face some challenges, butâbut Iâm determined to make it work.â
Who couldâve seen
that
coming?
Jerome mused as he paid for their meal. During the ride back to Cedar Creek, Emma asked how things were going at their farm in Bloomingdale, now thatWymanâs family had joined them and eight kids lived there. This was the kind of light, easy conversation heâd been hoping for all morning. It made him wonder if Emma had been so quiet while they were shopping because sheâd been looking for a way to share her news, which again pointed out how bashful she was. He hoped sheâand Samâwouldnât be disappointed if their arrangement didnât work out.
As the mercantile and Graberâs Custom Carriages came into view, Jerome hoped to pin down another time when he could take Emma outâespecially now that sheâd be working. He slipped his arm behind her, along the top of the seat, but heâd barely halted the mules at the Grabersâ front porch before she sprang from the seat. Emma hurried into the house, slamming the door behind her.
Women. Who can figure them out?
Jerome hitched Sparky and Winona to the front porch railing, realizing what an uphill effort he faced if he wanted to date Emma on a regular basis, much less begin courting her. Would she ever fit into his dreams of having a family . . . or would she require more time and effort than he was willing to invest?
Chapter Eight
W hen Euniceâs kitchen was cleaned up after their dinner of casseroles and cake, Amanda paused in front of a china hutch where several pieces of her pottery were displayed. âItâs quite an honor to see my pieces set up this way,â she remarked as her hostess came to stand beside her.
Euniceâs face lit up. âThese were gifts from my eightieth birthday party,â she recalled fondly. âThe blue and red backgroundsâand all those pretty daisiesâperk up the whole room, ainât so?â
âThey do,â Amanda agreed. âThat was quite a nice party, and I was tickled to be there when you opened so many pieces of my pottery that folks hereabouts had bought for you.â
âI know our
Ordnung
forbids us to engage in art for its own sake,â Eunice said with a sigh, âbut it was still a crying shame that the Clearwater bishop made you put away your paints. Iâm glad our Vernon is a more progressive leader than Uriah Schmucker.â
Now that Wyman had moved their family to Bloomingdale, Amanda could smile about the confrontations sheâd endured with Uriahâespecially the day sheâd come home to find that heâd smashed several dishes while heâd forced the younger children to look on. âIâm back in businessâworking on orders from folks who came to Abby and Jamesâs wedding,â she replied happily. âWhile our Bloomingdale bishop, Lamar Lapp, wants me to paint with more subdued colors, Iâm pleased to be at my wheel again. And if you can keep a secret,â Amanda added, leaning closer to whisper in Euniceâs ear, âIâm making a complete set of dishes for James and Abby. Itâs a gift from a couple of families here in town.â
âOh, theyâll love that!â Eunice
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