her mother called from down the hall. After carefully spreading mayonnaise on her bread, Hannah added two slices of smoked turkey, a slice of Swiss, and a piece of crisp lettuce on top, then neatly sliced it. “Jah, Mamm. You know how Mr. and Mrs. Ross don’t like me to be late.” “Well, I know how you like to get over there early,” her mother reproved as she appeared. “I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting your Englisher bosses yet.” Hannah shook her head. “I’ve said that you can always walk over to their haus any morning you like. They wouldn’t mind.” “That doesn’t seem quite proper. I wouldn’t want to make them uncomfortable.” “They won’t be. They’re simply Mr. and Mrs. Ross, Mamm. They’re nice.” Actually, they were simply York and Melissa now, though she wouldn’t tell her mother that. Her mother liked her to show respect to the people who paid her money. After slipping an apple in her lunch sack, she eyed the clock hanging above the window that held her mother’s herb garden.
