Miss Carter, a rosy, strong, pleasant girl, appeared two days later in a driving rain and immediately "took hold." She was talkative, a.s.sured in manner, neat in appearance, entirely competent. She drove poor Belle to frenzy with her supervision of Timothy"s trays, baths and clothes, amus.e.m.e.nts and sleeping arrangements. Timmy liked her, which was point one in her favor. Point two was that she liked to have her meals alone, liked to disappear with a book, could amuse herself for hours in her own room.
The Tressadys, in the privacy of their own room, began to say to each other: "I like her--she"ll do!"
"She"s very complacent," Molly would say with a sigh.
"But it"s nothing to the way Belle effervesces all over the place!"
"Oh, I suppose she is simply trying to make a good impression--that"s all." And Mrs. Tressady began to cast about in her mind for just the words in which to tell Belle that--really--four servants were not needed at the ranch. Belle was so sulky in these days and so rude to the new-comer that Molly knew she would have no trouble in finding good reason for the dismissal.
"Are we going to keep her?" Belle asked scornfully one morning--to which her mistress answered sharply:
"Belle, kindly do not shout so when you come into my room. Do you see that I am writing?"
"Gee whiz!" said Belle, sorrowfully, as she went out, and she visibly drooped all day.
It was decided that as soon as the Tressadys" San Francisco visit was over, Belle should go. They were going down to the city for a week in early March--for some gowns for Molly, some dinners, some opera, and one of the talks with Jerry"s doctor that were becoming so delightfully unnecessary.
They left the ranch in a steady, gloomy downpour. Molly did her packing between discouraged trips to the window, and deluged Belle and Miss Carter with apprehensive advice that was not at all like her usual trusting outlook.
"Don"t fail to telephone me instantly at the hotel if anything--but, of course, nothing will," said Molly. "Anyway you know the doctor"s number, Belle, and about a hot-water bag for him if his feet are cold, and oil the instant he shows the least sign of fever--"
"Cert"n"y!" said Belle, rea.s.suringly.
"This is Monday," said Molly. "We"ll be back Sunday night. Have Little Hong meet us at the Junction. And if it"s clear, bring Timmy."
"Cert"n"y!" said Belle.
"I hate to go in all this rain!" Molly said an hour or two later from the depths of the motor-car.
Miss Carter was holding Timmy firmly on the sheltered porch railing.
Belle stood on an upper step in the rain. Big Hong beamed from the shadowy doorway. At the last instant Belle suddenly caught Timmy in her arms and ran down the wet path.
"Give muddy a reel good kiss for good-by!" commanded Belle, and Molly hungrily claimed not one, but a score.
"Good-by, my heart"s heart!" she said. "Thank you, Belle." As the carriage whirled away she sighed. "Was there ever such a good-hearted, impossible creature!"
Back into the house went Belle and Timmy, Miss Carter and Big Hong.
Back came Little Hong with the car. Silence held the ranch; the waning winter light fell on Timmy, busy with blocks; on Belle darning; on Miss Carter reading a light novel. The fire blazed, sank to quivering blue, leaped with a sucking noise about a fresh log, and sank again. At four the lamps were lighted, the two women fussed amicably together over Timothy"s supper. Later, when he was asleep, Miss Carter, who had no particular fancy for the shadows that lurked in the corners of the big room and the howling wind on the roof, said sociably: "Shall we have our dinner on two little tables right here before the fire, Belle?" And still later, after an evening of desultory reading and talking, she suggested that they leave their bedroom doors open. Belle agreed. If Miss Carter was young, Belle was younger still.
The days went by. Hong served them delicious meals. Timmy was angelic.
They unearthed halma, puzzles, fortune-telling cards. The rain fell steadily; the eaves dripped; the paths were sheets of water.
"It certainly gets on your nerves--doesn"t it?" said Miss Carter, when the darkness came on Thursday night. Belle, from the hall, came and stood beside her at the fireplace.
"Our "phone is cut off," said she, uneasily. "The water must of cut down a pole somewheres. Let"s look at the river."
Suddenly horror seemed to seize upon them both. They could not cross the floor fast enough and plunge fast enough into the night. It was dark out on the porch, and for a moment or two they could see nothing but the swimming blackness, and hear nothing but the gurgle and drip of the rain-water from eaves and roof. The rain had stopped, or almost stopped. A shining fog seemed to lie flat--high and level over the river-bed.
Suddenly, as they stared, this fog seemed to solidify before their eyes, seemed curiously to step into the foreground and show itself for what it was. They saw it was no longer fog, but water--a level spread of dark, silent water. The Beaver Creek had flooded its banks and was noiselessly, pitilessly creeping over the world.
"It"s the river!" Belle whispered. "Gee whiz, isn"t she high!"
"What is it?" gasped Miss Carter, from whose face every vestige of color had fled.
"Why, it"s the river!" Belle answered, slowly, uneasily. She held out her hand. "Thank G.o.d, the rain"s stopped!" she said under her breath.
Then, so suddenly that Miss Carter jumped nervously, she shouted: "Hong!"
Big Hong came out, and Little Hong. All four stood staring at the motionless water, which was like some great, menacing presence in the dark--some devil-fish of a thousand arms, content to bide his time.
The bungalow stood on a little rise of ground in a curve of the river.
On three sides of it, at all seasons, were the sluggish currents of Beaver Creek, and now the waters met on the fourth side. The garden path that led to the Emville road ran steeply now into this pool, and the road, sloping upward almost imperceptibly, emerged from the water perhaps two hundred feet beyond.
"Him how deep?" asked Hong.
"Well, those hollyhocks at the gate are taller than I am," Belle said, "and you can"t see them at all. I"ll bet it"s ten feet deep most of the way."
She had grown very white, and seemed to speak with difficulty. Miss Carter went into the house, with the dazed look of a woman in a dream, and knelt at the piano bench.
"Oh, my G.o.d--my G.o.d--my G.o.d!" she said in a low, hoa.r.s.e tone, her fingers pressed tightly over her eyes.
"Don"t be so scared!" said Belle, hardily, though the sight of the other woman"s terror had made her feel cold and sick at her stomach.
"There"s lots of things we can do--"
"There"s an attic--"
"Ye-es," Belle hesitated. "But I wouldn"t go up there," she said. "It"s just an unfloored place under the roof--no way out!"
"No--no--no--not there, then!" Miss Carter said heavily, paler than before. "But what can we do?"
"Why, this water is backing up," Belle said slowly, "It"s not coming downstream, so any minute whatever"s holding it back may burst and the whole thing go at once--or if it stops raining, it won"t go any higher."
"Well, we must get away as fast as we can while there is time," said Miss Carter, trembling, but more composed. "We could swim that distance--I swim a little. Then, if we can"t walk into Emville, we"ll have to spend the night on the hills. We could reach the hills, I should think." Her voice broke. "Oh--this is terrible!" she broke out frantically--and she began to walk the floor.
"Hong, could we get the baby acrost?" asked Belle.
"Oh, the child--of course!" said Miss Carter, under her breath. Hong shook his head.
"Man come bimeby boat," he suggested. "Me no swim--Little Hong no swim."
"You can"t swim" cried Miss Carter, despairingly, and covered her face with her hands.
Little Hong now came in to make some earnest suggestion in Chinese. His uncle, approving it, announced that they two, unable to swim, would, nevertheless, essay to cross the water with the aid of a floating kitchen bench, and that they would fly for help. They immediately carried the bench out into the night.
The two women followed; a hideous need of haste seemed to possess them all. The rain was falling heavily again.
"It"s higher," said Miss Carter, in a dead tone. Belle eyed the water nervously.
"You couldn"t push Timmy acrost on that bench?" she ventured.