She went in and was presently in her element. The smell of yellow soap was as sweet incense in the nostrils of Miss. .h.i.tty, and the sound of the scrubbing brush was melodious in her ears. She brushed down the walls with a flannel cloth tied over a broom, washed the windows, scrubbed every inch of the woodwork, and prepared the floor for its destined coat of paint.
Then she sent Araminta into the next room with the ladder, and began on the furniture. This, too, was thoroughly scrubbed, and as much paint and varnish as would come off was allowed to come. "It"ll have to be painted," thought Miss. .h.i.tty, scrubbing happily, "but when it is painted, it"ll be clean underneath, and that"s more than it has been.
Evelina "ll sleep clean to-night for the first time since she come here. There"s a year"s washin" to be done in this house and before I get round to that, I"ll lend her some of my clean sheets and a quilt or two of Minty"s."
Adjourning to the back yard, Miss Mehitable energetically beat a mattress until no more dust rose from it. With Araminta"s aid she carried it upstairs and put it in place. "I"m goin" home now after my dinner and Evelina"s," said Miss. .h.i.tty, "and when I come back I"ll bring sheets and quilts for this. You clean till I come back, and then you can go home for your own lunch."
Araminta a.s.sented and continued her work. She never questioned her aunt"s dictates, and this was why there was no friction between the two.
When Miss Mehitable came back, however, half buried under the mountain of bedding, she was greeted by a portentous silence. Hurrying upstairs, she discovered that Araminta had fallen from the ladder and was in a white and helpless heap on the floor, while Miss Evelina chafed her hands and sprinkled her face with water.
"For the land"s sake!" cried Miss. .h.i.tty. "What possessed Minty to go and fall off the ladder! Help me pick her up, Evelina, and we"ll lay her on the bed in the room we"ve just cleaned. She"ll come to presently. She ain"t hurt."
But Araminta did not "come to." Miss Mehitable tried everything she could think of, and fairly drenched the girl with cold water, without avail.
"What did it?" she demanded with some asperity. "Did she see anything that scared her?"
"No," answered Miss Evelina, shrinking farther back into her veil. "I was downstairs and heard her scream, then she fell and I ran up. It was just a minute or two before you came in."
"Well," sighed Miss. .h.i.tty, "I suppose we"ll have to have a doctor. You fix that bed with the clean things I brought. It"s easy to do it without movin" her after the under sheet is on and I"ll help you with that. Don"t pour any more cold water on her. If water would have brung her to she"d be settin" up by now. And don"t get scared. Minty ain"t hurt."
With this comforting a.s.surance, Miss. .h.i.tty sped down-stairs, but her mind was far from at rest. At the gate she stopped, suddenly confronted by the fact that she could not bring Anthony Dexter to Evelina"s house.
"What"ll I do!" moaned Miss. .h.i.tty. "What"ll I do! Minty"ll die if she ain"t dead now!"
The tears rolled down her wrinkled cheeks, but she ran on, as fast as her feet would carry her, toward Doctor Dexter"s. "The way"ll be opened," she thought--"I"m sure it will."
The way was opened in an unexpected fashion, for Doctor Ralph Dexter answered Miss. .h.i.tty"s frantic ring at his door.
"I"d clean forgotten you," she stammered, wholly taken aback. "I don"t believe you"re anything but a play doctor, but, as things is, I reckon you"ll have to do."
Doctor Ralph Dexter threw back his head and laughed--a clear, ringing boyish laugh which was very good to hear.
""Play doctor" is good," he said, "when anybody"s worked as much like a yellow dog as I have. Anyhow, I"ll have to do, for father"s not at home. Who"s dead?"
"It"s Araminta," explained Miss. .h.i.tty, already greatly relieved. "She fell off a step-ladder and ain"t come to yet."
Doctor Ralph"s face grew grave. "Wait a minute." He went into the office and returned almost immediately. As luck would have it, the doctor"s carriage was at the door, waiting for a hurry call.
"Jump in," commanded Doctor Ralph. "You can tell me about it on the way. Where do we go?"
Miss. .h.i.tty issued directions to the driver and climbed in. In spite of her trouble, she was not insensible of the comfort of the cushions nor the comparative luxury of the conveyance. She was also mindful of the excitement her presence in the doctor"s carriage produced in her acquaintances as they rushed past.
By dint of much questioning, Doctor Ralph obtained a full account of the accident, all immaterial circ.u.mstances being brutally eliminated as they cropped up in the course of her speech. "It"s G.o.d"s own mercy,"
said Miss. .h.i.tty, as they stopped at the gate, "that we"d cleaned that room. We couldn"t have got it any cleaner if "t was for a layin" out instead of a sickness. Oh, Ralph," she pleaded, "don"t let Minty die!"
"Hush!" said Doctor Ralph, sternly. He spoke with an authority new to Miss. .h.i.tty, who, in earlier days, had been wont to drive Ralph out of her incipient orchard with a bed slat, sharpened at one end into a formidable weapon of offence.
Araminta was still unconscious, but she was undressed, and in bed, clad in one of Miss Evelina"s dainty but yellowed nightgowns. Doctor Ralph worked with incredible quickness and Miss. .h.i.tty watched him, wondering, frightened, yet with a certain sneaking confidence in him.
"Fracture of the ankle," he announced, briefly, "and one or two bad bruises. Plaster cast and no moving."
When Araminta returned to consciousness, she thought she was dead and had gone to Heaven. The room was heavy with soothing antiseptic odours, and she seemed to be suspended in a vapoury cloud. On the edge of the cloud hovered Miss Evelina, veiled, and Aunt Hitty, who was most a.s.suredly crying. There was a stranger, too, and Araminta gazed at him questioningly.
Doctor Ralph"s hand, firm and cool, closed over hers. "Don"t you remember me, Araminta?" he asked, much as one would speak to a child.
"The last time I saw you, you were hanging out a basket of clothes.
The gra.s.s was very green and the sky was a bright blue, and the petals of apple blossoms were drifting all round your feet. I called to you, and you ran into the house. Now I"ve got you where you can"t get away."
Araminta"s pale cheeks flushed. She looked pleadingly at Aunt Hitty, who had always valiantly defended her from the encroachments of boys and men.
"You come downstairs with me, Ralph Dexter," commanded Aunt Hitty.
"I"ve got some talking to do to you. Evelina, you set here with Araminta till I get back."
Miss Evelina drew a damp, freshly scrubbed chair to the bedside. "I fell off the step-ladder, didn"t I?" asked Araminta, vaguely.
"Yes, dear." Miss Evelina"s voice was very low and sweet. "You fell, but you"re all right now. You"re going to stay here until you get well. Aunt Hitty and I are going to take care of you."
In the cobwebbed parlour, meanwhile, Doctor Ralph was in the hands of the attorney for the prosecution, who questioned him ceaselessly.
"What"s wrong with Minty?"
"Broken ankle."
"How did it happen to get broke?" demanded Miss. .h.i.tty, with harshness.
"I never knew an ankle to get broke by falling off a ladder."
"Any ankle will break," temporised Dr. Ralph, "if it is hurt at the right point."
"I wish I could have had your father."
"Father wasn"t there," returned Ralph, secretly amused. "You had to take me."
Miss. .h.i.tty"s face softened. There were other reasons why she could not have had Ralph"s father.
"When can Minty go home?"
"Minty can"t go home until she"s well. She"s got to stay right here."
"If she"d fell in the yard," asked Miss. .h.i.tty, peering keenly at him over her spectacles, "would she have had to stay in the yard till she got well?"
The merest suspicion of a dimple crept into the corner of Doctor Ralph"s mouth. His eyes danced, but otherwise his face was very grave.
"She would," he said, in his best professional manner. "A shed would have had to be built over her." He fancied that Miss. .h.i.tty"s constant presence might prove disastrous to a nervous patient. He liked the quiet, veiled woman, who obeyed his orders without question.
"How much," demanded Miss Mehitable, "is it going to cost?"
"I don"t know," answered Ralph, honestly. "I"ll have to come every day for a long time--perhaps twice a day," he added, remembering the curve of Araminta"s cheek and her long, dark lashes.
Miss. .h.i.tty made an indescribable sound. Pain, fear, disbelief, and contempt were all mingled in it.
"Don"t worry," said Ralph, kindly. "You know doctoring sometimes comes by wholesale."