For all of their plain ways, it struck me as inutterably sweet that two Amish sisters were tickled pink to find very fancy teacups with matching saucers for $2 a set. Lavishly painted, gilded, the fancier the better, it seemed. They gathered them up, speaking rapidly to each other in German.
Later, they explained, in English this time, that they were buying them for their mother, who loved to give a teacup and saucer to her all grandaughters at Christmas time, I'm guessing for their dowery chest.
I loved that little glimpse into their lives.
Mattie also found a sewing machine with a cabinet. She stood studying it and asked if we could fit it in the car. "You know how it works," I said. "We'll get it in there some way." (We did.)
I asked her what she was going to do with an electric sewing machine, and she explained that it would be disassembled and refitted with a treadle and belt. That's pretty clever. She mentioned that she buys these sewing machines when she sees them so that the girls can each have their own machine when they're old enough.
The older children met the car as we pulled in. They were much pleased to see that their mother had brought home three pizzas. Next door at the sawmill, I saw a tiny little girl driving the team pulling logs to her father. One boy pulled his mother aside to tell her something, and she went quickly into the house and came out with a letter from another sister who was planning a visit. Mattie and her sister read it together. The day was not a good one. They agreed that Mattie would write a letter back, suggesting another day, posting it the very next day.
Then I took Katie home. She said, "I don't know when I've had so much fun! It was an adventure!"
Yes. Yes it was.