“I may not get a good chance again,” she told her in Ruth’s compiling room, as she put packets of herbs and leaves in her small cooler and fitted the lid on top. “Especially if they go back to Mount Joy on Friday.”“Ja, I heard Zeke tell Ruth that,” Amanda said, handing her a Mason jar full of the elderflower tea. “I hope you enjoy your trip home with them—though I’d enjoy mine much more if you came in your buggy with me. And…Silas.” Something in Amanda’s tone—some deeper note that told her she was telling the truth and not just being nice—made Sarah look up.Where was the calm Amanda who worked in the background seeing to other people’s comfort? Who saw the funny side of life and made quiet jokes that you got three seconds too late because sometimes they went over your head? The Amanda standing next to her at the table looked almost panicked.“Mandy? Is everything all right?”Color flooded into the girl’s face. “Oh, ja. I’m just being silly.”
