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him."
Their conversation ceased then, and Nettie wondered how she could keep Daniel talking, in order to keep him there just a little while longer. She felt inexplicably happy when he was around.
Just as the silence stretched to the point of making Nettie uncomfortable, Daniel spoke. "Would you like me to have a look at your gates and make them more secure for you? You don't want Blessing escaping again."
" Denki , Daniel. Denki ," Nettie said again, embarrassed that her cheeks were hot and, no doubt, her face was beet red.
Hebrews 11:1.
Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.
Chapter 12 .
Nettie watched Daniel walk away. "He is so handsome and kind," she thought. She went to untie Blessing, but then had a sudden thought - she had not seen the packets of ashwagandha seeds when she and Daniel had placed the plants in her buggy. Nettie hurried to look in the buggy, but there were no packets of seeds anywhere to be seen. I must have left them when I put everything on the ground for a rest , she thought, shaking her head.
Nettie hurried back in the direction of the nursery. She had never seen ashwagandha seeds sold locally before and had only one solitary ashwagandha plant growing. Ashwagandha tea had always had a calming effect on her mudder , far more so than chamomile tea, and besides, ashwagandha was also effective against colds, as well as being a pick me up for tiredness. If Nettie had a restless night, she would always get up and make ashwagandha tea, and then would be assured of a gut night's sleep. Nettie had been overjoyed to find the packets of seeds, but now had lost them.
To her great relief, Nettie found the packets of seeds lying on the ground not too far from the nursery. Thankfully no one else had taken them, although she couldn't have been away for long. She picked them up, but before she could even straighten back up, another male voice addressed her. "Nettie Swarey."
Jebediah Sprinkler! So she had seen him after all. Nettie started so violently that she almost fell forward. Jebediah's hand took her arm to steady her, but she snatched her arm away.
"You!" she snapped, folding her arms across her chest. He looks like a snake waiting to strike , she thought.
" Hiya , Nettie. Have you thought more about the will leaving everything to me?"
" Nee ." Only that I've been looking for it. If I had found it, I would have burned it , Nettie thought, glaring at Jebediah. He had ruined her perfectly good day.
Jebediah smirked at her. "You don’t seem happy to see me."
"Why would I be?"
"Let me guess," Jebediah said in his grating voice. "You're not happy that your mudder left everything to me in her will."
"You'll have to prove that first." Nettie noted, with some satisfaction, that her words removed the sneer from Jebediah's face. "My lawyer doesn't know anything about it."
Jebediah simply shrugged one shoulder. "That's none of my concern. I have my lawyer currently looking into it."
Nettie caught her breath at his disclosure, and anxiously gnawed on a fingernail.
"There's a café here, at the plant nursery."
"So?" Nettie snapped rudely. Nettie's mudder had brought her up to be polite. The Amish were invariably polite, but Nettie's mudder had seen to it that Nettie was trained to surpass even the most normal standards of politeness. Yet Nettie felt no remorse for speaking to Jebediah so rudely. He would see her homeless, if he had his way. He wasn't the one to get up at least once in the middle of every night to empty her mudder's bedpan. He wasn't the one to be on the receiving end of verbal abuse year after year. He wasn't the one who had led a life of isolation to the extent of being afraid of people. Why, it was amazing that Nettie had come so far in recent times as not to be afraid to be out in public that very day. No, he'd had it easy, and now he was trying to steal her own haus and farm from her.
Nettie stomped her foot. "You will not steal my
Their conversation ceased then, and Nettie wondered how she could keep Daniel talking, in order to keep him there just a little while longer. She felt inexplicably happy when he was around.
Just as the silence stretched to the point of making Nettie uncomfortable, Daniel spoke. "Would you like me to have a look at your gates and make them more secure for you? You don't want Blessing escaping again."
" Denki , Daniel. Denki ," Nettie said again, embarrassed that her cheeks were hot and, no doubt, her face was beet red.
Hebrews 11:1.
Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.
Chapter 12 .
Nettie watched Daniel walk away. "He is so handsome and kind," she thought. She went to untie Blessing, but then had a sudden thought - she had not seen the packets of ashwagandha seeds when she and Daniel had placed the plants in her buggy. Nettie hurried to look in the buggy, but there were no packets of seeds anywhere to be seen. I must have left them when I put everything on the ground for a rest , she thought, shaking her head.
Nettie hurried back in the direction of the nursery. She had never seen ashwagandha seeds sold locally before and had only one solitary ashwagandha plant growing. Ashwagandha tea had always had a calming effect on her mudder , far more so than chamomile tea, and besides, ashwagandha was also effective against colds, as well as being a pick me up for tiredness. If Nettie had a restless night, she would always get up and make ashwagandha tea, and then would be assured of a gut night's sleep. Nettie had been overjoyed to find the packets of seeds, but now had lost them.
To her great relief, Nettie found the packets of seeds lying on the ground not too far from the nursery. Thankfully no one else had taken them, although she couldn't have been away for long. She picked them up, but before she could even straighten back up, another male voice addressed her. "Nettie Swarey."
Jebediah Sprinkler! So she had seen him after all. Nettie started so violently that she almost fell forward. Jebediah's hand took her arm to steady her, but she snatched her arm away.
"You!" she snapped, folding her arms across her chest. He looks like a snake waiting to strike , she thought.
" Hiya , Nettie. Have you thought more about the will leaving everything to me?"
" Nee ." Only that I've been looking for it. If I had found it, I would have burned it , Nettie thought, glaring at Jebediah. He had ruined her perfectly good day.
Jebediah smirked at her. "You don’t seem happy to see me."
"Why would I be?"
"Let me guess," Jebediah said in his grating voice. "You're not happy that your mudder left everything to me in her will."
"You'll have to prove that first." Nettie noted, with some satisfaction, that her words removed the sneer from Jebediah's face. "My lawyer doesn't know anything about it."
Jebediah simply shrugged one shoulder. "That's none of my concern. I have my lawyer currently looking into it."
Nettie caught her breath at his disclosure, and anxiously gnawed on a fingernail.
"There's a café here, at the plant nursery."
"So?" Nettie snapped rudely. Nettie's mudder had brought her up to be polite. The Amish were invariably polite, but Nettie's mudder had seen to it that Nettie was trained to surpass even the most normal standards of politeness. Yet Nettie felt no remorse for speaking to Jebediah so rudely. He would see her homeless, if he had his way. He wasn't the one to get up at least once in the middle of every night to empty her mudder's bedpan. He wasn't the one to be on the receiving end of verbal abuse year after year. He wasn't the one who had led a life of isolation to the extent of being afraid of people. Why, it was amazing that Nettie had come so far in recent times as not to be afraid to be out in public that very day. No, he'd had it easy, and now he was trying to steal her own haus and farm from her.
Nettie stomped her foot. "You will not steal my
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