d
come? And wait until they could chop her out after they came? How many
hours would that take? It might even take days! This was such a big
tree!

The thought brought a sudden overwhelming terror of her predicament.

She began calling loudly and frantically for everyone at the house;
Miss Eliza and Miss Letitia, Blish and Nathan and Mandy, but none of
them came. She even called Miss Asenath, hoping she would hear and tell
the others.

Then ... she called Timothy.

And Timothy came.

He plunged through the dripping woodland as if on wings or
seven-leagued boots, unmindful of the sloppy ground and the wet
branches which flopped back as he passed to sting his face, and he came
as straight to Arethusa as it was possible for him to come. He had
stopped at the Farm to get out of the Storm, on his way back from town,
and 'way up there at the house, standing on the back porch watching it,
he had heard her calls for Miss Eliza and the rest, and then for him.

But once in the woodland, and there was no visible evidence of her
presence, when he had been so sure just where she was to be found,
Timothy stopped running and called wildly himself for Arethusa.

"Here I am!" It sounded thin and like a ghost voice, coming from
underneath the piled up heap of broken tree right beside him in the
most uncanny way.

"Merciful Heavens!" Timothy knelt down and began making frantic efforts
to move the huge branches. "Are you hurt?"

"Not a single bit!" Arethusa's spirits began an immediate reviving.
Here was Timothy! The unmistakable cheerfulness in her tones somewhat
reassured her rescuer. "Only I can't get out!"

"And you're quite positive you're not hurt?" He asked the question
solely for the comfort of hearing her repeat that she was not. For he
did not see how she had escaped death in such a catastrophe.

"Sure!"

Arethusa, feeling now so much happier, thought that perhaps she might
stand upright. She tried the experiment cautiously and found that she
could. Her head and shoulders appeared dryad-like above the young green
of the leaves beneath her, and leaves and branches framed her face all
around. She waved her hand energetically, and called, to attract the
stooping Timothy's attention to her present superior position.

His relief when he saw her was almost comical.

"I'll have you out now in a jiffy!"

But such was not to be the case, for although he poked and poked about
everywhere distractedly, and pulled at first