into the house. She was ashen and seemed to be
choking. She sat down.
"They'll be back in no time," said she, in a sick voice.
"Sure!" said Belle, moistening her lips.
There was a long silence. Rain drummed on the roof.
"Do you swim, Belle?" Miss Carter asked after a restless march about
the room.
"Some--I couldn't swim with the baby--"
Miss Carter was not listening. She leaned her head against the
mantelpiece. Suddenly she began to walk again, her eyes wild, her
breath uneven.
"Well, there must be something we can do, Belle!"
"I've been trying to think," said Belle, slowly. "A bread board
wouldn't float, you know, even if the baby would sit on it. We've not
got a barrel--and a box--"
"There must be boxes!" cried the other woman.
"Yes; but the least bit of a tip would half fill a box with water.
No--" Belle shook her head. "I'm not a good enough swimmer."
Another short silence.
"Belle, does this river rise every winter?"
"Why, yes, I suppose it does. I know one year Emville was flooded and
the shops moved upstairs. There was a family named Wescott living up
near here then--" Belle did not pursue the history of the Westcott
family, and Miss Carter knew why.
"Oh, I think it is criminal for people to build in a place like this!"
Miss Carter burst out passionately. "They're safe enough--oh,
certainly!" she went on with bitter emphasis. "But they leave us--"
"It shows how little you know us, thinking we'd run any risk with
Timmy--" Belle said stiffly; but she interrupted herself to say
sharply: "Here's the water!"
She went to the door and opened it. The still waters of Beaver Creek
were lapping the porch steps.
Miss Carter made an inarticulate exclamation and went into her room.
Belle, following her to her door, saw her tear off her shoes and
stockings, and change her gown for some brief, dark garment.
"It's every one for himself now!" said Miss Carter, feverishly. "This
is no time for sentiment. If they don't care enough for their child
to--This is my gym suit--I'm thankful I brought it. Don't be utterly
mad, Belle! If the water isn't coming, Timmy'll be all right. If it is,
I don't see why we should be so utterly crazy as not to try to save
ourselves. We can easily swim it, and then we can get help--You've got
a bathing suit--go put it on. My God, Belle, it's not as if we could do
anything by staying. If we could, I'd--"
Belle turned away. When Miss Carter followed her, she found
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