Out came the inch-and-a-half-long quilting needles, called “sharps” or “betweens” and spools of thread. For a few minutes, the chatter died away as the women got down to work threading their needles and studying the areas to be outlined. The quiet didn’t last long.
“Do you remember when I used to make a play fort under your quilting frame?” Ina asked her mother.
“I do. It wasn’t until you were ten that you decided to watch me quilt while you stood beside me instead of playing at my feet.”
“Does this quilt have a story?” Rebecca asked, running her hand over the colorful pattern.
Ina smiled. “My mother and her mother both used the Sunlight and Shadow pattern for their wedding quilts.”
“To remind us that our lives will be filled with both gladness and sorrow, but that the comfort of the Lord will always be over us,” her grandmother explained.
There were murmurs of agreement from around the room.
“From the time I first started setting stitches I wanted to become as good as my grandmother.” Ina smiled at her family.
Sarah nodded. Hand-quilting was a journey of personal accomplishment for each Amish girl. Like Ina, Sarah had spent years striving for consistent lengths, working to make straighter lines and improve her stitch count.
For Sarah, her personal best became ten stitches per inch. A goal few quilters could reach. But then, most Amish girls married and began raising families—work that took them away from their craft until their children were grown and they had more time again. Without a husband or children to care for, Sarah had been free to devote her evenings to quilting. She often made two a year. Naomi Wadler sold them for her to the tourists who stayed at the Wadler Inn.
Sarah chose a starting place on Ina’s quilt and began to rock her needle through the three layers of fabric stretched on the frame, the solid backing, the batting in the middle to make the quilt fluffy and warm and the top sheet, which bore the pattern. By rocking the needle back and forth, she was able to load as many stitches as possible before drawing the thread through the layers.
Looking up from her work, she saw smiles on the happy faces around her. These women had come together to do something for one of their own. It was a wonderful feeling to join them, young and old alike, as they worked on a craft they all loved.
The skill levels were diverse in such a large group. It was one reason that quilts done at a bee were kept by the families and not offered for sale. Having been employed by an Englishwoman and having met many of the English tourists who came to the store, Sarah knew they prized uniformity in the stitching of the quilts they came to purchase. Such quilts were usually done by one woman.
Joann leaned close. “Watch, Sally will start a contest soon to see who can make the shortest stitches.”
Sarah looked over the women. “Anyone who can beat Rebecca Troyer will deserve a prize. You may be a contender. You have a very neat hand at this.”
“Danki, but my skills are nothing compared to Rebecca’s,” Joann said.
Rebecca was a renowned quilter in the community. She once suffered from a disease that gradually robbed her of her sight. She had supported herself and her aged aunt by making quilts to sell. With the help of many, and Gideon Troyer in particular, the community had raised enough money for Rebecca to undergo surgery to restore her sight.
By the grace of God, she could now see as well as anyone, but she still kept her eyes closed when she was quilting. She said the sight of so many colors and shapes distracted her from the feel of her needle.
The afternoon passed quickly and Sarah enjoyed the company of her friends. It was getting late when Naomi Wadler spoke up. “Sarah, lead us in a song. Your voice is so sweet.”
“Sing ‘In the Sweet By and By,’” Ina said quickly.
Closing her eyes, Sarah began, “There’s a land that is fairer than day, And by faith we can see it afar; For the Father waits over the way, To prepare us a dwelling place there.”
Everyone joined in the hymn’s refrain. “In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore; In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore.”
When the song was finished, Ina said, “Choose another one, Sarah. What is your favorite?”
* * *
Levi trudged along the highway with his horse walking behind him. He was on his way back to Hope Springs after delivering the repaired carriage to Daniel Hershberger’s farm. Having driven it over with his own mare, Levi now led his docile Dotty along the edge of the roadway. A few cars zipped past, but the mare kept her head down and walked quietly beside him. The steady clip-clop of her hooves on the blacktop provided a soothing sound to their walk.
He’d made one other stop before dropping off the buggy. He had stopped at Bishop Zook’s farm. He’d had a long talk with the bishop. He felt his brothers would benefit from the minister’s wisdom.
It was late in the afternoon now and the air was growing chilly. The newspaper that morning said to expect two more days of sunshine before the cold weather returned. It looked as if the weather would stay fine for their fishing trip, if Sarah decided she could join him.
Throughout the day, he’d had a hard time keeping his mind on his work. Thoughts of spending a quiet afternoon alone with Sarah kept intruding. He was eager for this day to end and for tomorrow to arrive.
As he crested a hill, he noticed a line of buggies in the lane of the house off to right. He recognized Sarah’s gray gelding hitched to the white rail fence.
Dotty lifted her head and whinnied a greeting. Several of the buggy horses replied in kind including Sarah’s gray.
He patted Dotty’s neck. “Must be the quilting bee Sarah spoke about.”
He hoped she was having a good time with the other women. She didn’t get out much except to go to work and church and occasionally visit her family. Since Jonas’s death, the joy had gone out of her eyes. Levi knew several widows who had remarried and found happiness again. Why hadn’t Sarah? Was her grief so deep?
As he passed by the lane, he heard the sounds of singing coming from inside the house. Someone must have opened a window. It was an old hymn, one he particularly liked called, “Savior Like a Shepherd Lead Us.”
He stopped to listen. Dotty dropped her head and snatched a bite of grass growing along the roadside. Levi recognized Sarah’s pure, clear voice leading the song. He stayed where he was, listening to the words that stirred his soul and embodied his faith until the last note died away.
Sarah had beauty inside and out. What would it be like to have such a woman as a wife? He couldn’t imagine the joy that must have been Jonas’s.
Levi settled his hat firmly on his head and started walking again. More and more, he found he couldn’t stop thinking about Sarah, about her smile and her laugh, about the way she scolded his brothers and put the shop to rights. Tomorrow, he prayed he would see her smile and maybe even laugh, not at him, but with him.
The urge to sing overtook him but he settled for quietly whistling the hymn Sarah had been singing. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
Chapter Nine
Levi left the shop at noon and went home to eat a hasty lunch. Sarah had stopped by the previous evening to say she could go fishing with him. He didn’t want to keep her waiting, but there was one thing he had to do first.
The twins came in to eat a short time later. They had been making wheel spokes and were covered with wood shavings from the lathe. They’d been a quiet pair following the incident with Daniel’s buggy. It wouldn’t last. He knew they’d be up to something else before long.
He said, “I’m going fishing today. You will stay and run the shop while I’m gone.”
The boys looked at each other. Moses said, “We’d like to go fishing, too.”
“I would have liked to be paid for the work I put
into Daniel Hershberger’s carriage. Thanks to you, I labored for nothing.”
Scowling, Moses said, “You shouldn’t have agreed to give it to him at cost. It’s not like he can’t afford it.”
“Sarah made the offer, and I had to agree to it. She is the owner of the shop we work in. I think you forget that sometimes. The place is not ours to do with as we will.”
“How can we forget it? The sign says Wyse Buggy Shop in big letters.” Moses had a mulish expression on his face that troubled Levi.
He said, “I like a good joke as well as the next fellow, but you two crossed the line this time. Someone could have been hurt.”
“No one was,” Atlee countered, looking chastised.
“No one was—this time. It pains me to say this, but I’m giving you both two weeks’ notice. You will have to find jobs elsewhere.”
“What?” They gaped at him in disbelief.
“If I cannot trust you to keep the safety of our customers foremost in your minds, you can’t work for me. You are free to seek employment elsewhere.”
Atlee said, “You can’t run the place by yourself.”
“I will hire a man I can trust. Perhaps working for someone other than your brother will teach you to value the work you do.”
“You mean you’re going to stop paying us? How will we get our spending money?”
“That is no longer my problem.”
Moses said, “It’s not that easy to find a job. Who will hire us both?”
Levi didn’t want to punish his brothers, but he had ignored his responsibilities toward them for far too long. He wasn’t their father, but he was an adult who knew right from wrong. It was past time they learned a hard lesson.
He gathered his pole and tackle box from the corner of the room. “Daniel Hershberger is hiring at his furniture factory. I heard he pays good wages.”
“Ha, ha,” Moses said dryly.
Atlee shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at the floor. “We weren’t thinking about needing a job from him. We planned to work with you.”
Levi looked from one to the other. “You might want to consider something other than what’s funny when you plan your next prank. There are some openings at the coal mine. They will bus Amish workers in. You could try there. One other thing, Bishop Zook will be by to speak to you both later today. Be here when he arrives. If I hear otherwise, you will be looking for a place to sleep as well as work.”
With the uncomfortable confrontation behind him, Levi left the house and walked next door. Sarah stood waiting on the front steps of her house. She wasn’t alone. Joann Yoder stood with her, pole and tackle box in hand.
Sarah came toward him with a wide smile. “Levi, look who has agreed to join us.”
He nodded in Joann’s direction. She blushed a fiery shade of red and stared at her feet. His happy anticipation dropped like a stone in a well. He wasn’t going to be alone with Sarah.
“Shall we go?” Sarah asked, looking between the two. He nodded again.
“I’m ready,” Joann mumbled.
“We are going to have such a nice time. Levi, I can’t thank you enough for taking me. Isn’t he kind to take time out of his busy day for us?” Sarah started toward his wagon waiting by the street.
He’d chosen to take it instead of his buggy because they would be going off the road and through a farm field to his favorite fishing spot, an old stone quarry now filled with deep clear water from a natural spring. Besides his fishing gear, he’d put in a pair of folding chairs and two quilts in case the day turned chilly.
Sarah scrambled up onto the wagon seat without waiting for his help and scooted across the seat leaving Joann to sit in the middle. Joann smiled shyly and handed him her pole. She held a large bucket in her other hand.
He put her pole in the back of the wagon and said, “I only have two chairs. I’ll get another one.”
“Don’t bother. I just turn my bucket upside down and sit on it until it’s time to take the fish home.”
Sarah said, “Isn’t she clever, Levi? I never would have thought of that.”
He took the bucket from Joann and put it in back. She climbed up onto the seat and he took his place beside her.
As they rolled out of town, he glanced over at Sarah. Joann had her pressed against the far side of the seat. He feared she would be knocked off if they hit a bump. He asked, “You okay?”
Sarah grimaced. “I’m a little crowded. Joann, can you scoot closer to Levi? He doesn’t bite.”
Joann giggled and slid over.
“A little more, please,” Sarah said.
Joann moved closer until her hip was touching his. Did Sarah really need that much room? Their destination began to feel a long ways away.
He said, “Elam Sutter has a nice pond. It’s closer than the quarry lake if you’d rather go there?”
Sarah quickly dismissed his suggestion, “The quarry sounds much better, doesn’t it, Joann? I’ve never been there and I’m dying to see it. You’ve been there before, haven’t you Joann?”
Joann nodded but didn’t say anything.
After a few minutes of silence, Sarah said, “Joann was telling me that she hooked into a really big bass last month. Tell Levi about it, Joann.”
“It broke my line.”
“What weight were you using?”
“Five pound test.”
“Six would have been better.”
“That’s what I have on now.”
“Should be good enough.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say so he fell silent.
Sarah had no such problem. She continued to pelt them with questions about fishing and their best catches, what kind of lures they used and what type of fishing they liked best. He began to wonder if she had taken a job writing for a fishing journal. It wasn’t until they reached the turn-off for the quarry that she finally seemed to run out of questions.
The ride across the field was rough, but it was less than a mile to the edge of the quarry. Levi chose a spot with a sloping shoreline exposed to the sun and drew the horse to a halt.
Sarah hopped down. “What a lovely lake. I think I’ll explore a little before I start fishing.”
She took off at a quick pace along the edge of the water. He got down and raised his arms to help Joann. She blushed scarlet, but allowed him to lift her down. He quickly stepped back.
Brushing at the front of her coat, she glanced up at him and said, “I hope you don’t mind my coming along.”
“Nee, it is fine.” She wasn’t to blame. He should have known Sarah wasn’t interested in spending time alone with him.
Joann scowled. “I didn’t realize Sarah was such a chatterbox.”
He looked over her head to where Sarah was walking at the water’s edge. “She doesn’t usually talk your ear off.”
Joann cast a worried look in Sarah’s direction. “If she keeps it up, she’ll scare the fish away.”
“Let me get our poles.” If he couldn’t spend the afternoon alone with Sarah, he might as well try fishing.
* * *
Sarah remained some distance from the wagon and covertly watched Levi and Joann. It looked briefly as if they were having a conversation, but they soon parted ways and actually began casting their lines in while standing fifty feet apart. This wasn’t going as she had hoped. Now what?
She wandered father away and found a place on a flat rock between a pair of cedar trees. Leaning forward, she propped her elbows on her knees and settled her chin on her hands. Matchmaking was turning out to be much harder than she thought.
She was almost hoarse after carrying a conversation alone for five miles. Between Levi’s stilted replies and Joann’s brief comments, Sarah had been tempted to knock their heads together.
Reaching down, she
picked up a rock and tossed it in the lake. She was about ready to give up. She had been foolish to think matching Levi up with her friends would be a way to avoid the winter depression that normally gripped her. Grace would simply have to find the courage to leave home without a wife for Levi to replace her.
Standing, Sarah picked up a flat rock and tried to skip it across the still surface of the lake. It sank two feet in front of her. She couldn’t even skip a stone right, how could she manage someone else’s love life?
“Point number one. If you throw rocks at the fish, they won’t bite.”
Startled, Sarah spun around to see Levi standing behind her.
He held out her casting rod. “You asked for some pointers, remember? Point number two. It helps to actually put your hook in the water.”
“Right.” She took the rod from him. She thought she remembered how to cast, but when she tried, her lure plunked into the water barely four feet from shore. Was she doomed to be a failure at everything?
Levi stepped closer. “Reel it back in. Let me show you how it’s done.”
He stood close behind her and wrapped his hand over hers. “Move your arm back like this, and then go forward. Keep your eyes focused on where you want your line to go.”
As he moved her arm back and forth, mimicking the motion she needed, Sarah completely lost interest in fishing.
The firmness and warmth of Levi’s hand over hers made her breath catch in her chest. He stood only a fraction of an inch behind her. If she leaned back just a little she could rest against him. She closed her eyes.
The urge to lay her head back and melt into his embrace was overpowering. She had been alone too long. She didn’t want to be alone anymore.
He stopped moving her arm. She was afraid to open her eyes and look at him. What would she see written on his face? Indifference? Friendship? Or something more?
“I’ve got one!” Joann shouted. “Hurry, bring the net.”
Levi stepped away from Sarah. The breath rushed back into her lungs. She trembled, but managed to say, “I’ve got this. Go help Joann.”
As he strode away, Sarah called herself every kind of fool. She wasn’t a potential wife for him. Even if she wanted to marry again, which she didn’t, he hadn’t shown the least bit of interest in her that way. He was a friend. She had no business thinking of him in any other light.
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