It was the next day. After Emily finished breakfast, she decided she was going to take a walk. Emily grabbed her coat and sneakers. She, quickly, put on her coat and zipped it up and put her shoes on. She then ran out the door, rather quickly. Emily walked down the stoop, down the driveway, and walked on the side side of the road. She looked at the beautiful scenery and the buggies that passed by. She walked for about thirty minutes. As Emily walked, she came across an Amish grocery store. She decided to go inside and take a look. At the front counter, stood an Amish girl. The girl was around Emily's age. The girl stood around 5'1, much taller than Emily, who stood at 4'8. She had dark brown eyes, brown hair, and was rather overweight. She wore a plain long-sleeve blue dress, a white kapp, black apron, black stockings, and black shoes. Her hair was in a bun, under her kapp. The girl stood behind the register, counting out money, not noticing Emily. Emily looked at the products and decided to get a small carton of milk. When Emily was done looking, she walked up to the counter and placed the carton of milk down. The girl looked at Emily, shyly. "Hallo," the girl said, while she punched in the price, into the register. "Hi," Emily replied. "That will be fifty cents," the girl said. Emily took the change from her pocket, counted it, and placed it on the counter. "What's your name?" asked Emily. "Elizabeth," the girl replied. "I'm Emily, nice to meet you. I just moved here." Emily and Elizabeth chatted for about an hour. Emily finished the carton of milk and threw it away. Emily found out that Elizabeth was thirteen, a year older than she was. Emily and Elizabeth talked about their day. Emily never spoken to an Amish person before. She was surprised how much they work. Elizabeth told Emily that she had to wake up every morning, around 5 AM. Emily was shocked by that and told Elizabeth that would be impossible for her to wake up that early. As they talked, Emily met Elizabeth's mother, who was rather friendly. Elizabeth's mother's name was Abigail. Abigail worked the store, as well. "Would you like to go on a buggy ride?" Elizabeth asked. "Sure, that sounds cool!" Emily replied. Elizabeth grabbed her black coat and put it on. She buttoned her coat and grabbed her black bonnet, placing it on her head. They then left the store and Elizabeth led Emily to her buggy. Elizabeth helped Emily get into the buggy and then got in, herself. Emily looked around the inside of the buggy, amazed. She never seen anything like this. "It's so cool," Emily said. Elizabeth just giggled. Elizabeth drove the buggy down the road. It was rather cold in the buggy. It was a good idea that Emily wore a heavy coat. Emily liked the clacking of the horse, as it trotted down the road. "This is amazing," Emily said. "Ja, it is," Elizabeth replied, while giggling. Elizabeth had a rather thick Pennsylvanian Dutch accent. Her English wasn't very good, but she tried her best. "So, how do you like it here?" Elizabeth asked. "I love it. It's so much nicer than the city. Newark was very loud, but here, it's peaceful. It's quiet. I feel at home here." As Elizabeth continued to drive the buggy, Emily looked out at the beautiful scenery. "It's gorgeous here," Emily said. Emily then looked back at Elizabeth. "Would you like to be friends?" Elizabeth just shrugged. "You're English," Elizabeth answered. "So? Why would that matter?" Emily questioned. "My mamm and daed probably wouldn't allow it. They don't like the English, that much," Elizabeth replied. "But, your mom seemed friendly," Emily said. "Well, that's because she doesn't want us to loose customers." Emily just sighed and Elizabeth looked at Emily. She saw that Emily was a bit upset by this and sighed. "Oh, alright. I guess we can be friends. I don't think they would really care," Elizabeth said. Emily smiled at Elizabeth. She finally made her first friend, while living in Little Britain. She was friends with an Amish person. She never suspected or thought of having a friend who was Amish. Her parents were going to be surprised, once she tells them.