Amish Country Box Set: Restless Hearts\The Doctor's Blessing\Courting Ruth (48 page)

“What made him think that?”

“Samuel said it wasn’t what they said—it was what they
didn’t
say.” Mam squeezed her hand. “We’ll get to the bottom of this. Not to worry.”

She glanced at her mother, wanting to believe her, wishing her own faith in others came as easily as it seemed to come to Mam. “You always say that.”

“And it’s always true, isn’t it? Things usually work out for the best.”

Her mother smiled at her, and Ruth was struck by how young and pretty she still was at forty-six. Tonight, she was wearing a lavender dress with her black apron, and her black bonnet was tied over her starched white
Kapp
. No one would guess by looking at Mam’s waistline that she’d given birth to seven children. “You must have been a beautiful bride, Mam.”

“Why, Ruth Yoder, what a thing to say. I hope I was properly Plain. Vanity is not a trait to be encouraged.”

Ruth suppressed a smile. Mam might not admit it, but
she cared about her appearance. It was Ruth’s opinion that on her wedding day, her mother must have been just as beautiful as Leah. Hadn’t Dat always said he’d snapped up the prettiest girl in Kent County? “No one could accuse you of
Hochmut,
Mam. You never show a speck of self-pride.”

“Not according to your
grossmama
. It took a long time for your dat’s mother and family to accept me after we married.”

“Because you grew up Mennonite and had to join the Amish Church to marry Dat?” That was something of a family scandal, but once she had joined the church, no one now could ever accuse Mam of not being properly Plain in her demeanor or her faith.

“Maybe, or maybe it was that your dat was her only son.”

“And we were all girls.”

“God’s gifts to us, every one of you.” Mam squeezed her hand. “Believe that, Ruth. Your father never blamed me that we had no sons. He always said he got exactly what he prayed for.”

Ruth’s throat constricted as she turned Blackie onto Norman and Lydia Beachy’s long dirt lane behind the Troyer buggy. “I miss Dat.”

“And so do I. Every day.”

“Does that mean you’re not going to marry Samuel?”

Hannah chuckled. “If I were to consider such a thing, wouldn’t it be wiser to settle that matter with Samuel first?” She patted Ruth’s hand again. “Mind your own mending, daughter.”

As Blackie’s quick trot drew the buggy toward the house and barn, Ruth realized that she hadn’t had time to tell Mam about Miriam’s ride on the back of Eli Lapp’s motor scooter.

As the buggy neared the rambling two-story farmhouse, Ruth saw several of the Beachy children in the yard taking charge of the guests’ horses. As she reined in Blackie, she spotted Irwin coming out from behind a corncrib to take hold of the horse’s bridle. “A good evening to you,” she called.

Irwin winced and took a firmer grip on Blackie. The horse twitched his ears.

“We missed you at school today, Irwin,” Mam said mildly.

He mumbled something, fixing his gaze on his bare feet.

Ruth climbed down out of the buggy and gathered their quilting supplies. “Did you hurt yourself?” she asked, noticing a soiled bandage on the boy’s left hand.

“Ne.”
He tucked his hand behind his back.

“It’s all right, dear.” Mam smiled at him as she picked up the
Blitzkuchen
Anna had baked. “No need to explain. I’ll talk to Lydia about it.”

His eyes widened in alarm. “Don’t do that, teacher.”

“Then we’d best have a private talk. Come in early tomorrow morning.”

“But that’s Saturday. There’s no school on Saturday.”

“I need help to move some of the desks around to make room for Roman to do the repairs.” She paused. “And, Irwin? Don’t be late.”

“Be careful with Blackie,” Ruth cautioned. “He’s easily spooked.”

Irwin nodded. “
Ya,
I will.” He led the horse a few steps, then glanced back over his shoulder. “You won’t say nothin’ to Cousin Lydia, will ya?”

“After we have our talk, I’ll decide if there’s anything Lydia and Norman need to know.”

“I don’t mean to make trouble.” He shrugged. “It just happens.”

“Sometimes trouble finds us all,” Mam said as she started up the steps to the house. Ruth hurried ahead and opened the door for her.

Inside Lydia’s kitchen, Hannah and Ruth greeted several neighbors. From the next room, where everyone had gathered, Ruth could hear the excited buzz of voices as members of the community caught up on the latest news. One of Lydia’s girls took their black bonnets and capes, and Lydia turned from the stove to welcome them.

Lydia was a tall, thin, freckle-faced woman with a narrow beak of a nose, a wide mouth and very little chin. “I’m so glad you could all come,” she said with genuine warmth, deftly sliding a pan of hot gingerbread onto the counter. Lydia’s voice came out flat, evidence of her mid-western upbringing. “After yesterday’s fire, I didn’t know if you’d feel up to joining us.”

Ruth couldn’t help noting Lydia’s rounded tummy. Another baby on the way. God was certainly blessing the Beachy family. Lydia was a true inspiration to Ruth. She hadn’t hesitated when Irwin’s family had been lost, and she had welcomed him into her family.

“It smells wonderful in here,” Mam said, glancing around at the pies and cakes set on the table and counters. “You know we wouldn’t miss your frolic. The quilt money will help with the school repairs.”

Ruth looked around for her sister Johanna. The community quilting project to support the school was her idea. Johanna had sketched antique quilt patterns and carefully chosen the fabrics and colors. Everyone contributed to the cost of the material, and at each quilting night, every woman would sew one or more squares. Later this summer, they would assemble them in a daylong effort.

Ruth wasn’t nearly as talented with a needle as Johanna, but she loved the chance to get together with friends and neighbors, especially when they were all working for such a good cause.

Lydia’s crowded kitchen, smelling strongly of cinnamon, ginger and pine oil, was pandemonium as always. Both the woodstove and the gas stove were lit, and the room was overwarm. A large, shallow pan of milk, covered with a thin layer of cheesecloth, sat waiting for the cream to rise beside a spotless glass butter churn. On the counter and in the big soapstone sink, the last of the Beachy supper dishes stood, waiting to be washed. Without being asked, Ruth rolled up her sleeves, took down a work apron from a hook and went to the sink.

Four small giggling children, one of them Johanna’s three-year-old son Jonah, darted around the long wooden table chasing an orange tabby. The cat leaped to a counter and dashed to safety, barely missing a lemon pie piled high with meringue, and headed for a direct collision with the unprotected pan of milk.

Lydia juggled a pitcher of lemonade in one hand as she snagged the cat with the other. Without hesitation, she then separated two toddlers tugging on the same stuffed toy. “Out,” she commanded, shooing the children toward the sitting room. As the last little girl’s bonnet strings passed through the doorway, Lydia turned to Mam with a look of despair.

“A long day?” Mam asked.

“I hate to complain, Hannah.”

“Complaining is not the same as sharing our woes.”

“It’s that boy. I’m at my wits’ end with Irwin. I try to be patient, but—”

Ruth turned back to the sink full of dishes and tried to
give them a little privacy even though her mother and Lydia were only a few feet away.

“I know he’s having a hard time adjusting, Lydia,” Mam supplied.

“He is. He and our Vernon scrap like cats in a barrel. At twelve, the boy should have some sense, but…”

“He’ll come around,” Mam soothed.

Lydia lowered her voice. “It’s what I tell Norman, but he says we can’t trust the boy. I didn’t think it would be this hard.”

“No one doubts that you and Norman have been good to Irwin.”

“We try, but he’s late for meals. Remiss in his chores. He let the dairy cows into the orchard twice.” Lydia sighed. “I hope we haven’t made a mistake in opening our home—”

A baby’s wail cut through the murmur of female voices from the other room. “Is that your little Henry?” Mam asked.

“Go, get off your feet and see to him, Lydia,” Ruth said, turning from the sink. “You, too, Mam. I can finish up here.” The dishes clean and stacked neatly in a wooden drying rack, she dried her hands on a towel. She was just reaching for the can of coffee when she heard her aunt Martha’s strident voice.

“Hannah, here you are.” She bustled into the room, letting Lydia pass, but blocking Mam. “I wondered where you were.”

Ruth forced a polite greeting. Aunt Martha was more trouble than a headache. According to Dat, his older sister’s hair had once been as red as his. Now the wisps of hair showing under her
Kapp
were gray, and the only auburn hairs were two curling ones sprouting on her chin. She was
a tall, sparse woman with a thin mouth and a voice that could saw lumber.

“How are the children?” Mam asked. “And Reuben? Is he well?”

“His bad knee is troubling him. He thinks we might have rain all weekend. I left him working on his sermon for Sunday services.”

“I’m sure it will be as good as his last service,” Ruth said, unable to help herself. Reuben was a good man, but he could be long-winded.
Very
long-winded. In fact, he could speak more and say less than anyone she knew.

Mam threw Ruth a warning look, and Ruth hid a smile.

Aunt Martha glanced around, a sure sign that she was about to launch into one of her reprimands. When she did that, Ruth could never be sure if she was looking to be sure no one was near, or hoping they were.

“I’ve been wanting to speak to you, Hannah.”

She took on a tone Ruth knew well. Mam was in for it. “You were my younger brother’s wife, and I have a duty to tell you when I see something not right.” Aunt Martha cleared her throat. “You, too, Ruth.”

Ruth steeled herself. So she was in for it as well.

Aunt Martha was a faithful member of the church and the community, but she liked to point out the errors of other people, especially Mam’s daughters. And too often, she saw a small sin bigger than it actually was.

Ruth wasn’t sure if she was in the mood tonight to be too charitable. “Aunt Martha…”

“Quiet, girl. Show some respect for your elders. It’s for your own good and your mother’s. I don’t say this lightly.” She sucked in her cheeks in disapproval.

Ruth gritted her teeth. She had to learn to be more
patient. Like Mam. She wanted to be more patient; it was just that sometimes Aunt Martha made it difficult.

“And me being the wife of the minister, well, that makes it my duty, as well…” Martha took a deep breath and pointed a plump finger at Mam. “Hannah, your household is out of control.” She scowled at Ruth. “And you’re partly to blame.”

Ruth bit her bottom lip to keep from speaking up. It did no good with Aunt Martha, not when she was like this. It was better just to keep quiet, listen and hope the tirade passed quickly.

“And I’m not the only one to have noticed,” Martha went on. “Reuben was just saying to me the other day that it’s unseemly for you, Hannah, to be teaching school like an unmarried girl.”

“I’m sorry my teaching troubles you,” Mam said. “But our school needs a teacher, and I’m qualified.”

“The school board and the bishop approved Mam’s appointment,” Ruth put in. “And her salary helps to support our family.”

Martha frowned. “Your mother should have remarried by now. Then it wouldn’t be necessary for her to work.”

“It’s only been two years, Martha. Jonas…”

“Two years and seven months, sister. By custom, it’s time you put away your mourning and accepted another husband. If you had a God-fearing man in your house, your girls wouldn’t be acting inappropriately.”

“Inappropriately?” Mam’s brows arched. “How have they behaved inappropriately? Lately?” she clarified, spunk in her voice.

“Today. At Spence’s.”

“Eli Lapp was there,” Ruth explained quickly. “He bought ice cream for Susanna and Miriam.”

Aunt Martha eyes widened with great exaggeration. “So
this is the first you’ve heard of it, Hannah? Miriam made a show of herself with that wild Belleville boy. She rode on his motorcycle in front of everyone. With her skirts up and her
Kapp
flying off her head. Her arms were around his waist. I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Really?” Mam asked.

Ruth noticed Lydia and Aunt Martha’s younger sister, Aunt Alma, peering into the kitchen. Lydia’s cheeks took on a rosy hue. “I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to—”

“Ne,”
Mam said. “There’s nothing to hide. Martha was telling me that my tomboy daughter was riding behind Roman’s nephew on a motorcycle at Spence’s today.”

“Scooter,” Ruth corrected gently, feeling she had to defend her sister, even though she didn’t really want to defend Eli. “It wasn’t really a motorcycle. It was a motor scooter—”

“Scooter? Cycle? It doesn’t matter what the loud English machine is called,” Aunt Martha declared. “It’s unseemly for a young girl like my niece to make such a spectacle of herself.” She glared at Ruth. “Or for her older sister to allow it.”

Mam chuckled. “It would be just like Miriam to take a ride on the machine, wouldn’t it?” She shook her head. “But it’s not so bad, is it? She’s not joined the church yet. It’s natural for her to dabble with the world…just as
we
did once.” A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as if she knew some secret about Aunt Martha that Ruth and the others didn’t.

“It’s wrong,” Aunt Martha argued, her cheeks turning red. “You’ve been far too lenient with your daughters.”

“Mam is a good mother and a good role model,” Ruth said.

“You hold your tongue, young woman,” Aunt Martha
fussed. “This would never have happened if my brother was alive.”

“
Ne
. Probably not,” Mam said. “And I agree that a motor scooter is dangerous, especially without a helmet. I’ll speak with Miriam about it.”

“You don’t understand the danger of situations like these,” Aunt Martha went on. “Of what people will say. How could you? You weren’t born Plain.”