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brown sugar wafted
through the room.
    The large, rectangular table was big enough
to seat the adults, and the three kinner sat obediently
nearby at a little table that Mr. Miller had built for them. Mrs.
Miller seated Sarah opposite Benjamin.
    Sarah fidgeted, as a range of conflicting
emotions ran through her. She was in love with Benjamin. She had
been for years. The question which was on her mind now, and the
question which had raised its head many a time in the middle of a
sleepless night, was—did he share her feelings? Sarah had never
known him to take any other girl on a buggy ride, and he had held
her close when she was upset over Nash’s revelation. Yet was he
only being kind? It was not the done thing for a young mann to hold a girl like that, so Sarah figured, or rather hoped, that
it meant he did have feelings for her.
    And even if he did have feelings for her, had
those feelings left after she had wrongfully accused him of telling
Nash about her biological father?
    Sarah shook her head, but then looked up and
saw Benjamin looking at her with his big, brown eyes. He has
eyes just like a puppy dog , she thought wistfully. Sarah held
Benjamin’s gaze for a moment, and then looked away. Something had
passed between them, of that she was sure. Her stomach fluttered
and her heart raced.
     

 
    Matthew 18:15.
    If your brother sins against you, go and tell
him his fault, between you and him alone. If he listens to you, you
have gained your brother.
     
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    Sarah had made up her mind; no matter how
embarrassing it might prove to me, she would apologize to Benjamin
at the first opportunity.
    There was happy chatter over the meal, but
that stopped as soon as Mr. Miller spoke to Benjamin. “Well,
Benjamin, it’s all handcrafted of course.”
    “What is?” Mrs. Miller looked perplexed, and
waved a spoon in the direction of her husband.
    “Why, the furniture, obviously.”
    Mrs. Miller muttered to herself.
    Undaunted, Mr. Miller pushed on. “We do the
finish by hand. We do custom pieces, as well as the pieces we sell
in our store. It’s all made here, though.”
    Mrs. Miller stood up and cleared the plates.
“I haven’t finished yet,” Mr. Miller said plaintively, but Mrs.
Miller removed his plate nonetheless.
    Rebecca and Martha went into the kitchen to
help Mrs. Miller with dessert. Sarah wondered whether she should
accompany them, but decided not to, after Mrs. Miller had refused
her offer of help earlier. After all, she didn’t want to make Mrs.
Miller angry. She was already angry enough, judging by the sound of
the pots and pans.
    Benjamin appeared engrossed by Mr. Miller’s
discussion of the fine points of furniture making, and Sarah
wondered whether it was genuine interest or whether Benjamin was
simply being polite.
    Mrs. Miller came back out of the kitchen.
“We’re having chocolate peppermint whoopie pies,” she announced,
“but I forgot to gather the peppermint for the top. Sarah, would
you and Benjamin mind gathering some peppermint for me please?”
    “It doesn’t take two of them, surely,” Mr.
Miller protested, before he caught his fraa’s withering
glare.
    “And, Abraham, give them a lamp to take with
them.”
    “They won’t be out there long enough for a
lamp; it’s only just getting dark now,” Mr. Miller said, clearly
not realizing what his fraa was up to. Sarah, however, was
only too painfully aware, and the others were all doing their best
to hide their amusement.
    “It gets dark quickly,” Mrs. Miller snapped,
before turning on her heel and storming back into the kitchen.
    Sarah’s cheeks were warm with embarrassment.
She dutifully took the lamp from Mr. Miller and walked outside with
Benjamin.
    Sarah wondered how long she could continue to
give her heart to Benjamin without some sign that he loved her
back. As she looked at him now, standing in the dusk, the twilight
casting playful shadows around his face, Sarah felt the weight of
heartache brought on by years of