An Amish Christmas Recipe Box
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“When will you get back?”
“In a week or so, you can bet on that, and then I’ll be around for another of your kisses.”
Liesbet turned to look at him, her face a careful pout. “Why can’t you stay here? I don’t like it when you’re gone so much.”
“I have to go, Lizzie, but you know I can’t stay away from you too long.”
There was another pause as Liesbet turned her back on the man. Hannah would have smiled if Liesbet’s game wasn’t so dangerous. It wasn’t often she didn’t get her way.
George snaked out a hand to catch her elbow and pull her close. “Lizzie, lass, give me another kiss. The lads are waiting for me.”
After another lingering kiss, George released Liesbet and turned her around, giving her a solid swat on the behind before he took off along the creek bank, whistling as he went.
Hannah watched Liesbet as she stood in the clearing, bouncing on her toes, humming the same tune George had been whistling, her pretend pout gone.
Stepping out from behind her tree, Hannah tugged her shawl off her head. “Liesbet, what are you doing?”
Liesbet jumped, and then turned on her sister. “You were spying on me?”
“It’s a good thing I saw you. Who is that man and what are you doing with him?”
Liesbet hugged herself and smiled at Hannah. “He’s my beau.”
“Your beau? You mean he’s courting you?”
“Of course he is. You were the one spying on us. Didn’t you see him kiss me?”
“Just because a man takes a kiss doesn’t mean he has courting on his mind.”
Liesbet waved her hand in the air to brush Hannah’s concerns away. “You’re just jealous because you’re not the only one with a secret beau. I know how you and Adam meet out here in the woods and your silly signal flag on the bushes.” Her voice gloated.
Hannah felt the blood drain from her face. “Adam’s not so secret, and he’s not my beau. We’ve known each other all our lives.”
“Ne, Adam’s not secret, but Daed doesn’t know he’s asked you to marry him.”
Hannah caught her lower lip between her teeth to keep herself from retorting to Liesbet’s accusation. Ja, Adam had spoken of marriage, but it was just a game they played. He wasn’t serious.
Liesbet’s smile set Hannah’s teeth on edge. “And I know I saw him kiss you the other day.”
Hannah felt her face heat up. Adam had stolen a kiss, one that had made her heart pound, but one kiss didn’t mean anything, did it?
“Surely you can’t compare that to what I just saw between you and that . . .”
“His name is George McIvey, and I’m going to marry him.”
“Liesbet, you can’t!”
“I am, and you can’t stop me. If you say anything to Daed, I’ll tell him all about how you and Adam have been sneaking around.” Liesbet lifted her chin as she faced Hannah. “I’ll tell Mamm too.”
“Liesbet, not Mamm. You’ll set her off on one of her spells,” Hannah protested, but Liesbet had won the argument. There was nothing she could do to stop her sister except give in to her demands, the way she had for the last nine years. Liesbet still played the delicate invalid, even though Hannah suspected she had outgrown the effects of the diphtheria long ago.
And she couldn’t have Liesbet spreading tales about their neighbor. It didn’t matter that Hannah was eighteen and well into courting age. Adam wasn’t Amish.
“Then you keep my secret, and I’ll keep yours,” Liesbet said.
Hannah hesitated. Liesbet smiled the way she always did when she knew she was getting her way, and her eyes glinted in the moonlight.
“But what if that man is dangerous? Can he be trusted? How long have you known him?”
A frown crossed Liesbet’s face, and then the moon disappeared behind another cloud and the clearing was shadowed once more. Hannah could barely see her sister’s silhouette against the darker trees behind her.
When Liesbet spoke, her voice was unsure. “I’ve known him long enough, and he’s never been anything but kind to me.”
“He isn’t one of us. He isn’t Amish.”
“He isn’t a backward Dutchman, you mean.” Liesbet’s voice was bitter, her uncertainty vanishing as quickly as it came.
Hannah gasped. “You better not let Daed hear you talk like that.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t. But you can bet I won’t be marrying any stick-in-the-mud farmer, either.”
Hannah took a step toward her sister. “But, Liesbet, you’ll break Mamm’s heart . . . Promise me you won’t see him anymore.”
Liesbet shrugged, the movement only a rustle in the dark. “Whatever you want.” She turned and ran back toward the house, a shadow in the night.
Left alone in the clearing, Hannah wavered. Following Liesbet would be a waste with her sister’s harsh words ringing between them.
The wind blew another swirl of leaves along the floor of the clearing, propelling Hannah’s feet to action. Could she confide in Johanna? Ne, as much as she loved her best friend, she was too aware of Johanna’s loose tongue. Prone to gossip, that’s what she was, and this secret wouldn’t bear gossip.
Hannah followed the path along the creek bank toward the Metzlers’ farm, the path she had traveled often on a sunny afternoon, but never in the dark of night. Adam would know what to do. He would know if Liesbet was in danger from this George McIvey.
Skirting the family cemetery, Hannah glanced at the graves of her little sisters and brother, the small mounds covered with scattered leaves. Mamm would be out here tomorrow, clearing them off again.
The path led her down to a runlet that drained water from the fields into Conestoga Creek. She jumped over the mud at the bottom and struggled through the loose leaves up the other side. The neighbor’s farm, Adam’s family’s farm, was just ahead. The wind had blown the last of the lingering clouds away and the farm buildings stood silent in the evening, the stone corners sharp and clear in the moonlight.
Hannah paused at the edge of the creek bank where the trail led away from the trees toward the white frame house. Lanterns glowed in the windows, but should she dare knock on the door? It wasn’t late, even though the evening sky was covered in stars, but if she disturbed the family now, there would be questions.
As she watched, the barn door opened and Adam stood silhouetted against the lighted interior. He closed the door and disappeared into the shadows on the other side of the barn, away from the house. He must be feeding the cattle his father had put in the pen there, waiting for butchering day.
Hannah hurried around the back of the barn. For sure, there he was, throwing hay into the pen. She circled the split-rail fence and came toward him just as he landed the pitchfork into the haystack one more time. The breeze pulled at his black coat, hanging unbuttoned and loose on his tall frame, but his broad-brimmed hat stayed securely on his head.
He saw her coming and rested the fork’s tines on the ground. “Isn’t it a bit late for you to be taking a stroll?”
His face was shadowed from the moonlight, but Hannah could hear the concern in his voice.
“Adam, I need to talk to you.”
Adam stuck the pitchfork into the hay and came toward her, taking her hands when he reached her. They were rough and calloused. A farmer’s hands, cold in the night air.
“Is there something wrong? Is that why you brave a dark, windy night to find me?”
Hannah took a deep breath, resisting the urge to step into his strong embrace. How many times had he banished her fears through the years? But this was different.
“Liesbet told one of those teamsters about our signal and they’ve been using it to meet. I saw the cloth and thought it was from you. I found them together in the clearing behind the barn. I’m afraid for her.”
Adam leaned against the fence rail and pulled her toward him. Moonlight threw shadows, turning his familiar face into a landscape of sharp angles. The cattle in the pen snuffled as they tossed throug
h the scattered hay with their noses.
“Tell me about it.”
As Hannah told him about the conversation in the clearing, his hands tensed and his handsome face grew hard.
“And I don’t know if she’s only playing with this man or not,” Hannah finished. “You know how Liesbet can be.”
Adam sighed. “Ja, I know how she can be. Does your father know anything about this?”
“That’s just the problem. Liesbet said she’d tell Mamm we were courting if I told Daed about George.”
“Why is it a problem if she told your mother we were courting?”
Hannah pulled her hands away from his and tucked them into her shawl. “Because we aren’t, and Mamm wouldn’t like it if we were.”
Adam stood straight, his hands on her shoulders. “You think she wouldn’t like it because I’m Mennonite and you’re Amish.”
“Ja. You know that’s important to her, and to Daed too. I don’t know what Mamm would do if she thought they were losing me to the Mennonites.”
Adam grinned. “That’s not a bad thing, is it? Our churches are so similar, there’s no reason to keep us separate.”
“But there is, Adam.” Hannah stepped away from him. “You know there is. But if Mamm thought she was losing both Liesbet and me . . . What can I do? Liesbet says she’s going to marry this man.”
“Liesbet has always been like one of these leaves, blowing in the wind. Do you really think she’s going to follow this path very long?”
Hannah shuddered, thinking of the way George had pulled Liesbet close as she had kissed him.
“What if she’s already followed it too far? What if he takes her away before she decides she wants something different?”
“Do you think that might happen?”
Hannah nodded. Adam would know how to fix this mess. She had always relied on him to help.
“There’s little we can do, but I’ll try to keep a watch. Maybe I can stop him before he tries to visit her again.”
“He said he was going to be away for a while. He told Liesbet he was on his way to Philadelphia.”
“So the time to watch will be when he comes back. I’ll keep my eyes open for any strangers around.” Adam reached out and lifted her chin. “Don’t worry, Hannah. Everything will be all right.”
Would it be all right? Would Liesbet come to her senses?
“Come now, I’ll walk you home. Maybe we’ll catch a glimpse of that owl that lives in your barn.”
Hannah let Adam lead her on the path back home, casting glances up into the tree branches as they went. She had never seen an owl in Daed’s barn, but she watched for one just the same. It was better than dwelling on Liesbet.
Jan Drexler brings a unique understanding of Amish traditions and beliefs to her writing. Her ancestors were among the first Amish, Mennonite, and Brethren immigrants to Pennsylvania in the 1700s, and their experiences are the inspiration for her stories. Jan lives in the Black Hills of South Dakota with her husband, where she enjoys hiking and spending time with her expanding family. She is the author of The Sound of Distant Thunder, The Roll of the Drums, Hannah’s Choice, Mattie’s Pledge (a 2017 Holt Medallion finalist), and Naomi’s Hope, as well as several Love Inspired historical novels.
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Table of Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Contents
Dedication
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3
4
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Recipe: Jam Thumbprint Cookies
An Excerpt from Hannah’s Choice
About the Author
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Back Cover