Downsizing the rest of their accumulations over the years had taken some getting used to, but at least this Dawdi Haus had been built to accommodate overnight guests. Like Anna, thought Sadie while Glen reached for the cup of cold water on his nearby little table.

“I can’t tell ya how happy I am Anna’s returning,” Sadie said softly, turning slightly to watch Glen.

“Jah, and it’s gut to see you ain’t fretting now,” he said. “Anna’s a capable young woman. I doubt she’ll have a speck of trouble finding employment round here.”

“I hope you’re right.” She hated the thought of Anna being disappointed again.

Glen placed the cup back on the table. “We’ll trust Gott, jah?” He patted her hand. “I think ya need some rest, Sadie.”

“Maybe so.”

“Honestly, we both do.” He reached to outen the battery-operated lamp, then scooted down in bed and folded his hands over his middle. Within a few minutes, his gentle snoring commenced.

Sadie sat there pondering the day for a while longer, eventually praying for each member of their large family, from oldest to youngest, asking God to keep them on His path until the perfect day. Tonight she added Anna to the prayer, as well. Ease her mind and grant her peace, O Lord. And give her hope for the future.

Sadie hadn’t forgotten the way Anna’s brown eyes had lit up when she mentioned the Mennonite fellow who’d shown her around the information center yesterday. Will anything come of that now? she wondered.

Sadie closed her eyes again, though not in prayer, and rehearsed the various Amish shops and the country store she knew like the back of her hand.

Surely one of them is looking to hire a fine young woman like Anna, she thought, aware, though, that most shopkeepers had already handpicked their summer employees. After all, it’s tourist season.

Halfway between Mifflinburg and Lancaster Thursday morning, Anna stopped for a soda at a convenience store. Just as she was leaving the store, her phone rang. Quickly, she answered, “Anna Beachy speaking.”

“Anna, hello. This is Evelyn Leaman calling. Do you have a minute?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Well, something quite unexpected has come up,” Evelyn said. “The opening for a tour guide hasn’t been filled, after all, so if you’re still interested, the job is yours.”

Anna’s heart skipped a beat. “Oh yes, I’m very interested.”

“I’m pleased to hear it. Would you be able to come in for training this coming Monday?”

“I’ll be there.” Anna silently thanked God for this surprising turn of events.

“I’ve asked Martin Nolt to show you around the places on our list for tourist stops. He’s very knowledgeable about the local Amish attractions and such. Is that all right with you?”

All right? Anna was practically grinning now. “Jah . . . er, yes.”