A Lancaster Amish Vacation for Jacob by Rachel Stoltzfus

Author:Rachel Stoltzfus
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Amish of Lancaster County Saga, Amish fiction books, Lancaster County, Lancaster Amish Fiction Books, Amish romance novels, Lancaster Amish, Christian romance, Lancaster Amish Fiction, Christian Amish Romance, Ruth Price, Out of Darkness, Amish Connections, Amish Christian romance series, Amish Christian fiction books, Amish novels, Amish Fiction, Lancaster county saga, Lancaster county series
Publisher: Global Grafx Press
Published: 2015-01-26T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE - Meg's Diner

“Mamm,” Sarah said, as she pulled the plain cotton dress over her head. “Might we visit the swimming pool today?”

“Child,” Dorothy Mast said as she walked out the small bedroom door, toward the galley kitchen to prepare a breakfast. “We are on vacation; why should we spend more time than we have to here in this hotel? There are things to do! People to see! Perhaps boys to meet?”

“Mamm!” Sarah shouted, her cheeks turning red. The fact that her mother had even approached the topic of boys startled her quite a bit. It was never a subject that would have been brought up in Hope Crossing, but then again, she was much older now, and perhaps things were changing.

“I not be a fool, Sarah,” Dorothy said. “I've seen the way you look at boys. I went through the same when I was your age.”

“But, mamm,” Sarah said, “there are many boys back in Hope Crossing; no sense in searching for one here.”

“Of course not,” Dorothy said, coming as close as she ever had to a grin as her daughter emerged from the bedroom, tying her hair into place tightly behind her head. “But a mother is entitled to tease her daughter once in a while you know.”

Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't been serious at all. At least there was that.

“But,” Dorothy said, “we can hardly plan to be at the pool all day. When was the last time you laid eyes on the ocean?”

It was a strange question. Her mother knew very well how long it had been since she'd seen the ocean. After all, there was no ocean in Hope Crossing, save for a very old, very faded photograph in one of their school textbooks. Even in that she had never much interest. For her, the fields and the plains held more promise than vast bodies of water and distant shores.

She had seen more than her fair share of people leave Hope Crossing looking for better horizons, sometimes in other communities, and sometimes in the wretched world of the English. As for her, she couldn't imagine herself living anywhere but the crossing, even with the selection of potential suitors dwindling.

If she had to, she would simply become an old spinster, living her life out alone in an old house. She could sometimes see herself sitting on the porch of the old family home, enjoying the company of squirrels as she knitted quilts and terrified passing children. For some reason the idea brought a smile to her lips.

“I don't need to see the ocean, mamm,” Sarah said as she sat at the kitchen table, careful to lift the hem of her dress as she did so. “I know it is there, so why see it again?”

“Very well,” her mother sighed. “Then perhaps I'll be seeing it, and you can look the other way.”

“Oh, mamm,” Sarah huffed, “am I not old enough to go out on my own?”

“Perhaps later,” Dorothy said.

“Do you mean this

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