“And while I have you on the phone . . . just a couple of things,” Evelyn said. “Because some of our clients are families with children, you’ll be required to be fingerprinted with the FBI, as well as to have a background check.”

Anna let Evelyn know she’d been through this process before for her job at the museum. “That’s no problem.”

“All right, then, we’ll see you at nine o’clock Monday. Good-bye, Anna.”

Happy and relieved, Anna ended the call and quickly called Mamm to share the good news with her. Afterward, she climbed back into her car and continued on her way. When she arrived at the Flauds’ farm roughly an hour later, she saw Sadie outside sweeping the walkway rather vigorously.

She greeted her and said, “You’ll never guess who called me.”

“Well now, I can only hope.” Sadie was smiling even before Anna could share the news.

Anna nodded. “God answered prayer!”

To herself, she thought, And Martin Nolt will be training me!

Chapter 8

It wasn’t in Anna’s nature to inquire about the first person selected for the job, but sitting in Mart Nolt’s car in the parking lot Monday morning, she learned that the woman had balked at the requirement of being fingerprinted. Anna remembered feeling a bit nervous about that herself when she was offered a job as a guide at the Mifflinburg Buggy Museum.

Sitting there behind the wheel, Mart looked sharp in his creased black pants and a white short-sleeved shirt with subtle gray stripes, open at the neck. Anna had dressed well, too, wanting to make yet another good impression on Evelyn and the other staff. Not just Mart, thought Anna, smiling to herself a bit.

She listened carefully as he went over the highlighted county map and discussed the most popular stops and places to see around Lancaster County—an Amish broom- and rug-maker shop, a goat farm that sold cheese, a homemade root-beer stand, an Amish hat shop, the Gordonville Book Store, and an Amish bakery. He handed her a copy of the list for her own use.

“First we’ll head to the Bird-in-Hand Bake Shop on Gibbons Road,” he said. “They even have a petting zoo for children.”

Anna made a note of the small zoo in her spiral notebook, and Mart complimented her on her attention to detail.

“If I talk too fast, just stop me, okay?” he said.

She nodded, appreciating his demeanor—efficient, yet in a personable way.

“You’ll be conducting car tours for the first weeks and months, perhaps even a year, but at some point, you’ll be trained to do coach tours, too.”

“I’ll do my best,” she assured him, nervous at the idea of entertaining a bus full of tourists. In time, she thought.