Faith wrinkled her forehead. She didn’t know why her mother was sticking up for Melinda. She sure hadn’t taken Faith’s side of things when Faith was Melinda’s age.
Of course,
Faith reasoned,
back then I was headstrong and disobedient, running off to do my own thing in the modern world. Mama only saw me as a
rebellious teenager, not as a mature woman who made good decisions.
“Be that as it may,” Faith said as she pulled out a rolling pin, “Melinda’s showing her immaturity this morning by not keeping her word and being here to help us with the baking.”
“Would you like me to go look for her?” Susie offered.
Faith pursed her lips and finally nodded. “That’s a good idea, since she’s obviously not planning to come back anytime soon of her own accord.”
Susie stood. “I’ll check the barn first. If she’s not there, I’ll head for the woods.”
As Susie scurried out the door, Faith moved over to the table and took a seat across from her mother. “Since we don’t have the help of either of our daughters at the moment, why don’t the two of us sit and visit over another cup of tea?”
Mama smiled and pushed back her metal-framed glasses, which had slipped to the end of her nose. “Sounds good to me.”
“You know, it’s not just Melinda’s preoccupation with her animal friends that bothers me,” Faith said while pouring her mother a cup of tea.
“What else is bothering you?”
“I’m concerned because Melinda’s been acting kind of strange.”
Mama’s eyebrows lifted as a deep wrinkle formed above her nose. “Strange in what way?”
“Besides the fact that I have to stay after Melinda to get her chores done because she’s too busy tending her animal friends, she seems to be off in her own little world. It’s like her thoughts are somewhere else most of the time.”
“I think you need to be more patient with Melinda. From what I can tell, she and Gabe Swartz are getting serious. I think it’s just a matter of time until they become betrothed.” Mama smiled. “Once that happens, I’m sure Melinda will settle down and act more like the mature woman you want her to be.”
Faith poured herself a cup of tea and took a sip. “I hope you’re right about that, Mama.
Jah
, I surely do.”
Susie had gone a short ways into the woods when she spotted Melinda sitting on a log with her drawing tablet. Susie was tempted to scold her niece for wasting time and trying to get out of work she should be doing, but she figured if she said too much, she and Melinda would probably end up arguing. Ever since Melinda had been a young girl, she had enjoyed spending time with animals. Susie used to think that once Melinda grew up, she would focus on the important things in life. But no, Melinda kept drawing and daydreaming, shirking her duties at the house, and causing her mother to send Susie after her on many occasions.
A twig snapped as Susie took a step toward the log. She halted and held her breath. Should she sneak up on Melinda and take her by surprise or make a loud noise so Melinda would know she was coming? Deciding on the latter, Susie moved closer and cleared her throat.
Melinda, engrossed in her artwork, didn’t budge.
Susie held her hands above Melinda’s head and clapped. “Hey!”
Melinda jumped, and the deer she’d been drawing bolted into the protection of the thick pine forest.
“Thanks a lot!” Melinda spun around and glared at Susie. “You’ve scared away my subjects, and they probably won’t be back. Leastways not anytime soon.”
“Sorry about that,” Susie mumbled. She glanced at Melinda’s drawing tablet and couldn’t help but be impressed with what she saw. Despite the fact that Melinda drew well, was it really necessary to spend every free moment—and some time that was stolen—sketching her woodland friends?
Melinda stood and shook her finger at Susie. “I don’t think you’re one bit sorry. You look rather pleased with yourself, Susie Stutzman. I’ll bet you clapped and hollered like that on purpose, just to scare away my subjects. Didn’t you?”
Susie nodded slowly.
“Why?”
“Because your
mamm
has been looking for you, and your mamm and my mamm need our help baking pies for Sunday after church at my folks’ house.”
Melinda groaned and flopped down on the log.
Susie pursed her lips. “I also knew that if I just whispered in your ear that you were needed in the kitchen, the deer would have stayed put, and you’d have kept right on drawing.”
Melinda pushed a wayward strand of golden blond hair away from her face and tucked it into the bun she wore at the back of her head. “How did you know where to find me, anyway?”
Susie wrinkled her nose. “You’re kidding, right?”
Melinda shrugged. Her gaze traveled around the wooded area, and she said, “Just listen to the music of the birds. Isn’t it the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard?”
“It’s nice, but there’s other—”
“Do you smell that fresh pine scent from all the trees?”
Susie nodded and drew in a deep breath as the woodsy aroma filled her nostrils. “It does smell nice in the woods,” she admitted.
“It’s so peaceful here, don’t you think?”
“Jah, but there are other things I’d rather do than sit in the woods for hours on end.” Susie took a seat on the log beside Melinda. “What draws you to these woods, anyway?”
“The animals that live here, of course. Every creature God created is special, but the ones that live in the woods fascinate me more than any others.”
“There’s a big difference between
fascinated
and
fanatical
.”
Melinda snickered. “Fanatical, is it? Since when did you start using such fancy words?”
Susie shrugged. “I’ve been reading a novel about a young woman who likes to solve mysteries. Her mother accuses her of being fanatical.”
“You’d better not start shirking your duties because you’re reading too much, or your mamm will become
fanatical
.”
“Who’s going to tell her—you?”
“Of course not. You know I’m not one to blab anyone’s secret.”
“No, but you sure do like to change the subject.”
“What subject was that?”
“The one about animals and your love for them. Ever since you were little, you’ve been playing nursemaid to any stray animal that came near your place.” Susie shook her head. “I just don’t understand it.”
“Do you think me wanting to care for animals is a bad thing?”
“I suppose not, unless it’s all you think about.” Susie turned her head sharply, and a wisp of hair slipped out from under her kapp and fell onto her cheek.
Melinda pointed to Susie’s hair. “I thought it was only me who didn’t get her bun put up right.”
Susie snickered. “I guess that’s one thing we still have in common.”
“What do you mean? There are lots of things we both like.”
Susie elbowed Melinda gently in the ribs. “Jah—lemon sponge cakes, barbecued beef, and Aaron Zook’s new puppy, Rufus.”
“I’m wondering if it’s Aaron you’re interested in and not his dog.”
Susie’s elbow connected with Melinda’s ribs a second time. “You’re such a kidder.”
“I wasn’t kidding.”
“Aaron’s more like a
bruder
to me than anything.”
“He’s like a brother to me, too. His mamm and my mamm have been friends a long time. Her
kinner
, Isaiah, and I have grown up together, so I could never see Aaron as more than a brother.” Melinda scanned the woods again. “I wish those deer would come back so I could finish sketching their picture.”
Susie stared at a noisy crow circling overhead. “You and Gabe Swartz have been courting several months now, right?”
“That’s true.”
“Do you think you’ll end up marrying him?”
“That all depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether he asks, and whether I decide to—” Melinda halted her words then slipped her drawing tablet and pencil into the canvas tote at her feet. She jumped up and grabbed Susie’s hand. “We’d better go. It wouldn’t be good to keep our mamms waiting any longer, you know.”
Gabe whistled as he swiped a piece of sandpaper across the door of a new kitchen cabinet. He was alone at the shop today. His dad had gone to Seymour to pick up some supplies he had ordered. Gabe figured it might be some time before Pap returned, because when he went to town he usually headed straight for the fast-food restaurant and bought a juicy cheeseburger and an order of fries. And he’d often drop by Lazy Lee’s Gas Station and chew the fat with whoever was working that day.
Gabe smiled. He liked being alone in the shop. It gave him a chance to try his hand at making a few new things without his dad holding him back or scrutinizing every little detail.
A vision of Melinda’s pretty face popped into Gabe’s mind. Her golden blond hair and clear blue eyes were enough to turn any man’s head. He had been interested in her since they were both children. But it wasn’t just Melinda’s pretty face that had made him fall in love with her. It was Melinda’s spunky attitude and zest for living he found so appealing. She had always been adventurous, wanting to explore new things and eager to learn all she could about birds and animals. Gabe still remembered how nervous he had felt months ago when he’d asked her stepfather for permission to court her.
The cowbell hanging by a rope on the front door jangled, and Gabe looked up, his musings halted.
Melinda’s stepfather, Noah Hertzler, entered the room. “
Wie geht’s?
How’s business?”
“I’m doing well, and so is the business. How’s your job at the Christmas tree farm?”
“We’ve been keeping plenty busy.” Noah looked around. “Where’s your
daed
? Is he around someplace?”
“He went to Seymour to pick up some supplies. Probably won’t be back for a few hours yet.”
Noah chuckled. “If I know Stephen, he’s having lunch at his favorite burger place.”
“No doubt, but I don’t know why Pap would choose fast food over barbecued ribs, baked beans, or hillbilly chili.”
“I have to agree, but each to his own.”
“Jah. Everyone has different likes and dislikes.” Gabe moved over to the desk in the center of the room. “What can I help you with, Noah?”
“Thought I’d see if you could make a birdhouse for me to give Melinda for her nineteenth birthday next month.”
Gabe inwardly groaned. There went his plans for Melinda’s special birthday present. He didn’t have the nerve to tell Noah that he had intended to give her a combination birdhouse-feeder. Now he would have to come up with something else to make for Melinda. Maybe he could whittle a miniature fawn, since she seemed so taken with the deer that lived in the woods behind their place.
“I’m sure I can have a birdhouse done for you in time for Melinda’s birthday,” Gabe said. “Is there a particular size or color you’d like it to be?”
Noah shook his head. “You’re the expert; I’ll leave that up to you.”
Gabe smiled. He liked being called an expert. Most folks who came into their shop thought Pap was the professional woodworker, and many saw Gabe as merely his dad’s apprentice. Someday, though, Gabe hoped to have his own place of business, and then nobody could think of him as an amateur in training.
Noah leaned against the desk and visited while Gabe wrote up the work order. “You think you’ll take over this shop when your daed’s ready to retire?” he asked.
Gabe looked up. “I’m not sure. I might want to go out on my own some day.” He covered his mouth with the palm of his hand. “My daed doesn’t know of my plans, so I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t say anything to him about it.”
Noah shook his head. “It’s not my place to do the telling.”
Gabe breathed a sigh of relief. Did Melinda know how fortunate she was to have such a nice man as her stepfather?
I wouldn’t mind having Noah for my father-in-law,
he mused.
That is, if I ever get up the nerve and find the right time to ask Melinda to marry me.
Chapter 2
H
ow come we had to bake so many pies today?” Melinda asked her mother after Grandma Stutzman and Aunt Susie left for home. “Won’t some of the other women be bringing desserts on Sunday?”