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They found Psyche already radiant, though showing about her eyes traces of the storm's devastations. Mauburn was looking happy; also defiant and stubborn. "Mr. Bines," he said to Uncle Peter, "I hope you'll side with me. I know something about horses, and I've nearly a thousand pounds that I'll be glad to put in with you out there if you can make a place for me."
"Yet I have a soul," Mrs. Jarvis would bethink her, as Captain Barfoot suddenly blew his nose in a great red bandanna handkerchief, "and it's the man's stupidity that's the cause of this, and the storm's my storm as well as his"... so Mrs. Jarvis would bethink her when the Captain dropped in to see them and found Herbert out, and spent two or three hours, almost silent, sitting in the arm-chair.
The center of the storm, which was fast approaching, was to the east, off shore. Messages coming from the storm's direction would be greatly disturbed by static. But to the west the air was still clear.
There was a slight lessening now of the storm's fury. "Has it gone well with my little lady then, since she gave Juanita the rose-branch?" This was the new opening of conversation. Daisy hesitated a little what to answer; not for want of confidence, for there was something about the fine old woman that had won her completely. "I don't know" she said at length, slowly.
They looked so funny, and were themselves so hilarious with glee over their own mischief, that there was nothing left for their elders to do except join in the general merriment. But Mrs. Johns' face sobered soon. "It's a pity, it's a pity. All that good bread gone to do nobody any good, when there are so many hungry people will be needing food before this storm's over.
And then the king had blown his frozen breath on the earth and the mighty city had been blotted from the map and its tumult stilled in soft white death. Ruth drew Gordon to the window against which the sparrows crouched and shivered, that he might watch the storm's wild pranks. "After all," the wounded man cried, "it has been conquered, the rushing, tumultuous city!
"Why, simply this, that if we run ashore on a long, flat beach, the boat will be beaten to splinters a mile or more from land." "How?" "By the waves; they would lift her up, and receding let her drop suddenly on the sands, splitting her to pieces in no time, and the very next wave would do the same thing for us. We must stay out here till the storm's over. There's nothing else for it."
Then, with his fur cap cocked over one ear, and his boots steaming on the stove hearth, he read the story through. "Oh, dear, me!" he said again. "I want you to try to get me to Middletown, Walky," Janice said, with a little catch in her voice. "Right away." "Mercy on us, child! a day like this?" gasped her aunt. "Why, the storm's over," said Janice, firmly.
Her eyes were red and smarting. She was dusted through and through. In all the broad, gray expanse there was not a sign of anything alive. Her mare had vanished. Beth was lost in the desert, and night was fast descending. Deliverance from the storm, or perhaps the storm's very rage, had brought her a species of calm.
He looked in a puzzled way from one face to another, not realizing for the moment where he was. Davie was the first to speak. "The storm's bin ower muckle for ye, sir, I'm thinkin'," he said kindly. "It's weel ye chanced to find y'r wye t' oor wee hoosachie. It's nae muckle to be prood on; but it's better ner bein' ootside in siclike weather, I doot!"
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