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The Quilter's Daughter (Daughters of Lancaster County Series #2)

The Quilter's Daughter (Daughters of Lancaster County Series #2)

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by Wanda E. Brunstetter

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Abby Miller leaves her successful quilt shop and patient fiance in Ohio to help her newly remarried and now pregnant mother in Lancaster County. While she's away, Abby's world is shattered in one fell swoop. How can God make anything good come out of this tragedy? With shaken faith, Abby is forced to look for answers away from friends and family. Will she find


Abby Miller leaves her successful quilt shop and patient fiance in Ohio to help her newly remarried and now pregnant mother in Lancaster County. While she's away, Abby's world is shattered in one fell swoop. How can God make anything good come out of this tragedy? With shaken faith, Abby is forced to look for answers away from friends and family. Will she find them in the ashes of the past, in her love of quilting, or in the heart of an overlooked Amish man? Can her faith withstand the flames of tragedy? The Quilter's Daughter is book 2 in the Daughters of Lancaster's County series. Other books in the series include The Storekeeper's Daughter: Book 1 and The Bishop's Daughter: Book 3.

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Barbour Publishing, Incorporated
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Daughters of Lancaster County Series , #2
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5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.80(d)

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The Quilter's Daughter

By Wanda E. Brunstetter

Barbour Publishing, Inc.

Copyright © 2005 Wanda E. Brunstetter
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-60742-030-9


Abby opened the front door of her quilt shop and stepped onto the porch. A gentle breeze caressed her face, and she inhaled deeply. She hadn't slept well the night before and awoke this morning feeling tired and out of sorts. She'd been haunted by that dreadful nightmare again, the one she'd had several times over the last few months. Fire and smoke. Unable to breathe. Paralyzing fear. What was the meaning of the dream, and why did she have it so often? Abby remembered reading an article in The Budget some time ago about a young Amish boy in Indiana who'd been trapped in his father's burning barn. She'd been filled with compassion for the child's parents and wondered what terrible pain the boy must have endured in the blazing inferno. Could that newspaper article have stuck in her brain and caused the reoccurring nightmares, or was there something more to it, something buried deep in her mind? And what about those pathetic cries of a kitten she'd heard in her dream? Had there been a cat in the barn with the boy that day? She didn't remember all the details of the article and had long since thrown that issue of The Budget away.

Abby reached into the mailbox and retrieved a stack of letters. These negative thoughts aren't good for me. Lester Mast and I have finally set a date for our wedding, the sun is shining, spring is in the air, and my business is doing better than ever. There's so much to be thankful for.

"Anything good in the mail?" Lena asked when Abby reentered the shop a few minutes later.

Abby smiled at her sister-in-law and held up the stack of envelopes. "Looks like a note from Mom." She placed all of the mail but her mother's letter on the desk and reached underneath to grab her metal lunchbox. "It's a beautiful day, and I think I'll go out to the picnic table so I can read Mom's letter and eat lunch. Can you handle things on your own for a while?"

Lena nodded and repositioned a blond tendril that had slipped from under her small white head covering. "Jah, sure, I've already eaten my lunch." She made a sweeping gesture with one hand. "As you can see, we are not so busy at the moment."

Abby nodded and hurried out the back door. She placed the lunchbox on the picnic table, seated herself on one of the wooden benches, and tore open the envelope. She was pleased to discover that Mom had enclosed a white handkerchief with the initials A. M. embroidered in one corner.

"I'll bet this is for my hope chest. Either that, or Mom thinks I've come down with a cold."

Laying the hankie aside, Abby read the letter.

Dear Abby,

The enclosed handkerchief is a gift from Mary Ann for your hope chest. She said she was glad you're engaged to a man with the same last initial as yours. That way, if you decide not to marry him, you can still use the hankie.

Abby chuckled. "Leave it to Mary Ann to say something like that. Never know what my youngest stepsister might come up with."

She diverted her attention back to the letter.

Things are going well here. Naomi's doing fine with her second pregnancy, and I think she and Caleb are hoping for a boy this time around. Samuel and Mary Ann are growing like weeds, and Nancy, who turned fifteen last month, is talking about courting and such. 'Course her dad would never allow it—not until she's sixteen.

Matthew, Norman, and Jake continue to help their dad on the farm, and my dear husband has never seemed so content.

I have some news of my own, which I hope will bring you as much joy as it has me. Abraham and I are expecting a baby.

Her mother having a boppli! Abby's eyes flooded with tears, causing the words on the page to blur. Could this be true? After all these years, was Mom, at age forty-seven, really going to have another baby? Using the new hankie to dab her eyes, she read on.

Since Lena is helping you at the quilt shop, I thought you might want to share the news with her and your brother.

Other than a queasy stomach, I'm feeling pretty good. As you can imagine, Abraham is thrilled about this. Who would have thought after being barren for so many years, the Lord would bless me with another child?

I know you're busy planning your wedding, but I'm hoping you can be here when the baby is born. Since that will happen in late October, and your wedding is not until the end of November, it shouldn't interfere with your big day. With Lena there to help in the quilt shop, maybe you can come a week or so before the baby is born and then stay a week or two after? I'm sure I'll be able to handle things on my own by then.

Looking forward to hearing from you soon.

With love, Mom

Abby thought about the day her mamm had left Ohio for Pennsylvania. It had begun as a weekend trip to visit her cousin Edna. But then Mom ended up staying to help Abraham Fisher at his store, since his oldest daughter had run away from home soon after his son was kidnapped. It didn't take long for Mom and Abraham to fall in love, and soon they were married. Now, after four years of marriage, they were expecting a baby. Such a miracle it was!

"Yoo-hoo! Abby, are you done with your lunch yet?" Lena called from the back door of the quilt shop. "A busload of tourists just showed up, and I could use some help."

Unable to speak around the lump in her throat, Abby merely nodded and stood. She would have to wait until the tourists left to share Mom's unexpected news with her sister-in-law.

* * *

"You look tired today, Fraa. Are you doin' too much?"

Naomi Hoffmeir released a weary sigh. "Jah, Caleb, this wife of yours is a bit tired." She patted her bulging stomach. "This one's draining my energy more than Sarah did."

Her husband nodded toward their two-year-old daughter, toddling around the store, checking out everything within her reach. "I'd say our little girl's more than makin' up for her quiet ways when she was a boppli."

Naomi nodded. "You're right about that." She bent over and scooped Sarah into her arms. "I love you, sweet girl, even if you are a handful at times."

"Want me to put her down for a nap?"

"Sure, that's fine."

Caleb extended his arms, and Sarah reached out her hands. "Jah, that's right, come to your daadi."

"I hope she cooperates and falls asleep right away," Naomi said as father and daughter headed for the back room where they kept Sarah's playpen and a few toys.

"I think she will. Already her eyes are droopin'," he called over his shoulder.

Naomi sighed. Sarah reminds me so much of Zach—full of energy and eager to investigate new things. How proud Mama would be if she were still alive and could see the precious granddaughter named after her.

Naomi's gaze went to the calendar hanging near the counter by the front door. In just a few weeks it would be Zach's sixth birthday. Had her little brother been missing five years already?

A lump lodged in Naomi's throat as she reflected on all that had happened since the boy's kidnapping. She had run off for a time, unable to cope with the blame she felt for Zach's disappearance. Then later, shortly after she returned home, Papa had married Fannie Miller. Naomi and Caleb's wedding took place soon after he'd injured his hand while repairing a buggy, and ever since their marriage, they'd been working at the store that had been in Naomi's family a good many years.

Despite the fact that Naomi led a busy yet satisfied life, she often found herself thinking of Zach, praying for him, and wondering if he was happy and safe. Except for that one notice they'd read in The Budget shortly after he was taken, there had been no word on her little brother.

Naomi lifted her gaze to the ceiling. Thank You, Lord, for the healing You gave our family during such a difficult time. And bless my little brother, wherever he might be.

"How's business today?" Fannie asked, stepping into the store from the adjoining quilt shop.

Naomi turned to face her stepmother. "No customers at the moment. How's it going with you?"

"Things are fine at my shop." Fannie tapped her stomach. "But my insides are still pretty unsettled."

Naomi nodded, for she knew exactly how Fannie felt. She had been sick for the first six months when she carried Sarah, but this pregnancy was different. Not one day of morning sickness so far, and since she only had four months until the baby came, Naomi figured she was in the clear. Her only complaint was frequent fatigue. "Have you told Abby your exciting news?" she asked Fannie.

"Jah. Sent her a letter a few days ago. She should have gotten it by now."

"I'm sure she'll be as thrilled as we all are."

Fannie's hazel-colored eyes filled with tears. "It's such a miracle, me bein' in my late forties and gettin' pregnant after all these years." She gave Naomi a hug. "I'm glad our little ones can grow up together."

"Jah. God is good, isn't He?"

"That's for certain sure."

"Papa's beside himself over this, ya know."

Fannie crossed her arms over her ample chest, and her forehead creased with concern. "This babe won't take the place of your missing brother. I hope you realize that."

Naomi sucked in her lower lip. "I know." But even as the words slipped off her tongue, she wondered if she believed them. Would Papa be so caught up with the baby that he would forget he'd ever had a son named Zach?

"Your daed deserves this chance with another child, don't ya think?"

"Of course he does, and so do you."

Fannie opened her mouth to respond, but an English woman entered the store just then. "I'll let you get back to work," she whispered. "And I've got a Log Cabin quilt that needs to be finished."

"Talk to you later then." Naomi turned toward the customer and smiled. "May I help ya with somethin'?"

* * *

Linda Scott aimed the digital camera she'd recently purchased and snapped a picture of her son. Jimmy had been playing in the sandbox, but he'd decided to try out the slide.

Jimmy takes after his dad, she mused. He's not afraid of high places. Maybe he'll be a painter someday, too. I'm glad he's not like me—afraid of so many things.

"Do you mind if I share your bench?"

Linda slid over as a woman with dark hair cut in a short bob took a seat beside her.

"I'm Beth Walters, and that's my son Allen."

Linda's gaze went to the dark-haired boy climbing the ladder behind her son. "My name's Linda Scott, and my boy's name is Jimmy."

"Do you and Jimmy live nearby? I don't recall seeing you at the park before."

"Our house is a few blocks away. We normally come here after Jimmy gets home from morning kindergarten. But since there's no school today, he wanted to play as soon as he finished breakfast."

"My son is in afternoon kindergarten, so mornings usually work best for us." Beth glanced at her watch. "We've only been living in Puyallup a few months, and my husband has a night job at a lumber mill in Tacoma. I try to occupy Allen with quiet games at home, or we come to the park so Eric can sleep."

Linda stared at the camera clasped in her hands. She couldn't imagine having to plan her and Jimmy's lives around Jim's work schedule. Since her husband owned his own painting business and had several employees, Jim could usually come and go as he pleased. Although, lately he'd been working so much, he was seldom at home. Linda figured he might be using his job as an excuse to avoid her and their frequent arguments. She and Jim hadn't gotten along well since they'd adopted Jimmy five years ago.

"Looks like our boys are making friends," Beth said, her words pulling Linda's thoughts aside.

She looked up. Allen sat on one of the swings, and Jimmy stood behind him, pushing.

"Be careful, Jimmy. Don't push too hard or too fast."

"Allen will be fine," Beth said with a nod. "He always hangs on tight."

Linda lifted the camera and snapped a few pictures of the children. This should prove to Jim that I'm letting our boy make new friends.

"Jimmy looks small to be in kindergarten. How old is he?" Beth asked.

"He'll turn six in a few weeks."

"Allen celebrated his sixth birthday in February." Beth smiled. "Since we both live in the same neighborhood, I guess our boys will be starting first grade together this fall."

Linda nodded, remembering how Jim had wanted her to homeschool their son but changed his mind shortly before Jimmy started kindergarten, saying he thought it would be better if the child went to public school where he could play with other kids.

"Your dubious expression makes me think you're not looking forward to sending Jimmy to school all day. Is he your youngest?"

"Jimmy's our only child," Linda said, feeling tears prick her eyes. She'd wanted to adopt another baby as soon as Jimmy was out of diapers, but Jim flatly refused. He'd said one child was enough and reminded Linda that since they argued so much it wouldn't be good to bring another child into an already troubled home.

"Eric and I have two older boys," Beth commented. "Ricky's eight and Brett's ten. Having three kids so close in age was hard when they were little, but now that they're older, it's gotten easier."

As the boys moved from the swings to the teeter-totter, Linda snapped a few more pictures.

"Maybe we can both bring our boys to the park next Saturday," Beth said. "It will give us all a chance to get to know each other."

The thought of making a new friend was pleasant. Linda hadn't made any real friends since she and Jim moved from Boise, Idaho, to Puyallup, Washington, several years ago. Maybe it was time to reach out to another person. She and Jim certainly weren't good friends anymore.


Anxious to read the letter she'd just received, Fannie closed the door behind Samuel and Mary Ann. She'd sent the two outside to weed the flowerbeds. They had been arguing ever since they got home from school, and she knew the only way to have any peace and quiet was to find something constructive for them to do.

Fannie reached for the pot of herbal tea brewing on the back of the propane stove and took a seat at the kitchen table. Then she poured herself a cup of tea and tore open Abby's letter.

Dear Mom,

The news of your pregnancy was quite a surprise—a pleasant one, of course. How thrilled you and Abraham must be, and I'm certain the rest of his family is happy, too.

I told Lena and Harold about the baby, and they're as excited as I am. Lena said she would get a note off to you soon, because you know how Harold is when it comes to writing letters.

I can't help but worry about you, Mom. Please take care of yourself and be sure to get plenty of rest.

In answer to your question about me coming there when the baby is born—I'd be happy to come. Fact is, you couldn't keep me from being there when my little brother or sister is born.

Things are fine here in Berlin. The quilt shop is doing well, and Lester and I have been talking about our upcoming marriage and where we will live. Since I've been staying with Lena and Harold since you moved to Pennsylvania, our old house has been sitting empty when it's not had renters. So, if you have no objections, Lester and I would like to buy your house and live there.

Give my love to Abraham and the rest of the family. Please write back soon, for I want to know how you're doing. I'll be praying for both you and the baby.

Love, Abby

Fannie clicked her tongue. "Silly girl. I wouldn't dream of lettin' you buy that old house. It'll be my wedding present to you and Lester."

Her eyes misted as she thought about her daughter getting married in November. Abby and Lester had been courting for four years and probably would have been married by now, except two years ago Lester's daed passed away unexpectedly, leaving Lester, the only son in his family, to care for his mamm and run their blacksmith shop. It had taken him awhile to get to the point where he felt ready to take on the responsibility of marriage.

Fannie smiled through her tears. At least they've finally set the wedding date for November, although Abby could have had it sooner, since weddings in Holmes County aren't restricted to November and December the way they are here in Lancaster. But Abby's a thoughtful daughter, and she knows that by the end of November the harvest will be done and Abraham and the boys will be free to leave their work and accompany me and the girls to Ohio for the wedding.

Fannie placed her hand against her stomach and massaged it gently. So many things have changed in the last few years. First, my marriage to Abraham, Naomi and Caleb getting married and taking over the store, Abby's engagement to Lester, and now a new boppli will soon be coming into our lives.


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Meet the Author

New York Times, award-winning author, Wanda E. Brunstetter is one of the founders of the Amish fiction genre. Wanda’s ancestors were part of the Anabaptist faith, and her novels are based on personal research intended to accurately portray the Amish way of life. Her books are well-read and trusted by many Amish, who credit her for giving readers a deeper understanding of the people and their customs. When Wanda visits her Amish friends, she finds herself drawn to their peaceful lifestyle, sincerity, and close family ties.
Wanda enjoys photography, ventriloquism, gardening, bird-watching, beachcombing, and spending time with her family. She and her husband, Richard, have been blessed with two grown children, six grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren.
To learn more about Wanda, visit her website at www.wandabrunstetter.com. 

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Quilter's Daughter (Daughters of Lancaster County Series #2) 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 21 reviews.
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Wendi114 More than 1 year ago
Once again we visit the Amish in Lancaster County. This sequel to the Storekeeper's Daughter is just as exciting as the first book. Wanda E. Brunstetter has done it again. The story continues with Naomi, but here we meet Abby, the Quilter's Daughter. She keeps the shop in Ohio going since her mother has married, and is due to marry herself shortly. Her mother has moved to Lancaster County to join Naomi's family. Abby's troubles start with a fire in her store, a major loss, and continues with a trip to visit another relative to help ease her pain. As the story continues, Abby does get her hearts desire and a new quilt shop. I would recommend this book for anyone looking to escape the hustle and bustle of their lives.
teramon More than 1 year ago
This is number 2 of a 3 part series for this Amish Family. If you like to read about the life and times of the Amish, you'll love this book. It has some drama, romance, hardship, even a little adventure in it.
ReviewYourBook.com More than 1 year ago
Written by: Wanda Brunstetter
Published by: Barbour
Reviewed by: Stephanie Rollins for ReviewYourBook.com 10/2008
ISBN: 978-1-59310-714-7
¿2nd Book in the Daughters of Lancaster County Series¿ 5 stars
Wanda Brunstetter hung the moon, I believe. I would love to meet her one day. She writes such enjoyable books.
This book is the second in the Daughters of Lancaster County Series. As the first, The Storekeeper¿s Daughter, this book has much more depth and less dialogue than her other books. This book also has a cliffhanger. Go ahead and buy all three, so you can read them in order. I do not have the third in this series, so I am left wondering¿.
There is also a 3 in 1 book, so that may be the best bet. You cannot go wrong with Wanda Brunstetter. Read and recommend.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The Quilter's Daughter is an exciting,sad, and wonderful book. It has actually made me feel closer to God. it has helped me understand more about the life of the Amish, I think these are dedicated people, and they live such a peaceful, but diciplined life. I have never read such uplifting books.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book as well as the first one. I tried reading the third one but was to busy with school and work and stuff. I really love your books I am able to put myself right in the story i pictured everything that happened in this story.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Wanda writes a book that really makes you feel you are waking in abby's foot steps. I would recommend this book to any everyone thank you
Guest More than 1 year ago
The second book in Wanda Brunstetter's critically acclaimed series, 'Daughters of Lancaster County' takes us back to the Amish people. In this installment, we meet young Abby Miller, who runs a local quilt shop,yet leaves this successful business as well as her loving fiance to assist her newly remarried and pregnant mother in Lancaster County. We revisit old friends, such as Naomi and her family, whom we met in the first book in this series, 'The Storekeeper's Daughter'. Abby's mother has just married Naomi's father, so these 2 book intertwine very well. And we meet new friends as well. Shortly after Abby leaves her business and fiance, tragedy strikes. In one fell swoop, her life changes, Her quilt shop burns to the ground, and her fiance, who had tried to rescue some of her priceless quilts, is killed in the fire. How will Abby cope with her loss? Will she ever find love again? And there is still one question from the first book unanswered...whatever happened to Naomi's baby brother that was kidnapped? Will he ever be found? While this book, to me, feels as the weakest in the series, it still is very well written, and the author has,again, done her research well. Any reader that loves to read about the 'Plain People' will surely enjoy this edition, and will want to add it to their 'keeper' pile.
MSantorum More than 1 year ago
i loved it great book
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love being an Amish author however, there is one thing I love better- getting my hands on new books before anyone else gets a chance to get them. 'The Quilter's Daughter', is the 2nd book in a 3-book series that depicts Amish characters. The plot is excellent and the characters are so rich that you feel as if you are standing in their footsteps. Being X-Amish, I feel as if Ms. Brunstetter has walked in my footsteps- it so real as I turned each page. It grabbed my attention and kept it til the end.