An Amish Christmas Gift by Amy Clipston

Author:Amy Clipston
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2015-08-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

Three days of blizzard conditions forced Abigail and Edith to change their plans. Abigail wasn’t sure they should venture out on the icy roads, and Edith agreed. Ten miles was a long trip when the weather was bad. Even Micah had made the statement more than once. Although he never said anything about their decision, he seemed relieved when they postponed the visit for another day.

“I don’t think it’s going to stop snowing.” Abigail lowered a cup of tea onto the lampstand beside Edith. They had finished putting the puzzle together shortly after doing the lunch dishes, and now they planned to relax in the sitting room with a cup of tea and their knitting needles.

“I’d be happy if it never snowed,” Edith said.

Abigail sat in the wooden rocking chair beside Edith and gazed out the window. “Snow is so much prettier than brown grass. Besides, it wouldn’t feel like Christmas without snow.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Edith took a sip of tea, then set her cup down.

Abigail picked up her knitting needles. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to make, but she had yarn left over from the scarves she’d made her sisters for Christmas.

Edith unraveled some yarn from the ball. “Are you going to make a potholder or something for your hope chest?”

“A potholder maybe, but probably nothing for mei hope chest.” As it was, she had plenty of items tucked away for a wedding day that would never come. It wasn’t like she had a suitor standing at her door, and she was getting older by the minute.

“You sound sad. Should I have nett mentioned your hope chest?”

Abigail studied her stitches. “I’ve kumm to terms with nett getting married.”

“You’re such a sweet girl. I have a hard time believing you haven’t been asked home from any of the singings.”

“I have. But . . .” Abigail had told herself so many times that she would never get married, she was convinced of that fact. So why was it so painful to admit it out loud? She bounded off the chair. “Would you like more tea?”

“Nay, danki.”

Abigail took her cup to the kitchen even though it still had tea in it. She stood at the sink, gazing at the big flakes of snow falling. Micah’s workshop, painted white, blurred into the scenery. Except for the smoke curling up from the stovepipe, she wouldn’t be able to make out the building at all. The thought of walking home at the end of the day made her shudder. Once she was back home, she would have to warm herself by the woodstove for hours just to thaw.

An image appeared outside the kitchen window, and she gasped. Standing on the wraparound porch, Micah was laughing, releasing white puffs of air. He went to the door, stomped his boots, and entered the house.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said.

She dropped her hand from her chest. “I didn’t see you leave your shop.

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