Look for the tall pin oak tree a few yards from the stone wall. Straight ahead, in line with the tree—the only tree around—is the dark gray stone. Search for the crevice under the large stone, and look for the note underneath.

“Wow,” Anna whispered. “Mammi wasn’t hallucinating after all. There was a stone wall.”

She couldn’t help but wonder about the pin oak tree, though, knowing that if it was that tall seventy years ago, it would have long since reached maturity. “Pin oaks don’t live as long as some trees,” she murmured, realizing that even if she could find the wall, the marker for the gray stone couldn’t possibly be in existence now.

Instead of waiting in the break room between her tours, Anna walked over to the Lancaster Mennonite Historical Society to do some quick research on the historic stone walls of Strasburg. Fortunately, she was able to get the locations of three and was itching to drive to see them after her second tour of the day, this one with a woman and her daughter from Australia who’d requested a three-hour tour. They were interested in seeing an Amish housewares store, the wooden toy shop, and an Amish farm with quilts and crafts and a buggy for photo ops, as well as the Mascot Roller Mills in Ronks.

As soon as that tour was over, Anna asked Helen, the helpful receptionist at the information center, if there were any tours lined up for her tomorrow.

“It looks like you could have three, assuming you can fit them all in,” Helen said, showing Anna the log. “One is scheduled for nine o’clock, one for eleven-fifteen—that couple wants to be taken to an authentic Amish restaurant, so I would suggest Dienner’s, if you’re familiar with it. The third tour would begin at two-thirty, which gives you plenty of time to get back here between the second and third.”

“Sure, I’ll do all three,” Anna said, delighted yet again by how well this job was working out. “Thanks so much.”

Walking into the break room, she noticed Mart talking to one of the other fellows and waved at them as she went to get some coffee at the counter.

Evelyn Leaman peeked in at that moment and motioned for Anna. “May I speak with you briefly?”

Anna nodded and, taking her coffee, followed her to the main office down the hallway. She sat across from Evelyn’s desk, feeling more at ease with her now.

“You’ll be pleased to know that I’ve received glowing remarks from clients regarding your tours, Anna,” Evelyn said, a pen between her fingers.

Anna smiled. “I’m glad to hear they enjoyed them.”

“I wanted to pass along the encouragement.” Evelyn seemed to study her. “Anna, you must surely miss your family in Mifflinburg.”