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I can hardly move. But I must forget all that; for it will not do to stay here." While he was gone, Mildred asked Ailwin whether she was very tired. "Pretty much; but not so bad as he," replied Ailwin. "Then do not you think you and I could fetch off a good many things, while he watches Geordie on the grass?
When they went off again to see what they could find, it is not to be told how Mildred would have liked to go with them. She did not want her dinner, to which Ailwin said they two would now sit down comfortably. She did not now mind the precipice and the broken walls, and the staring rafters. She longed to stand somewhere, and see the boys take prizes in the stream.
Ailwin had looked for some compliments to her cookery from the hungry boys; but they forgot, in their eagerness about the raft, that it was a treat in these days to have meal-cakes; and they ate and talked, without thinking much of what it was that they were putting into their mouths.
Mildred, however, preferred a cup of the broth, which, poor as it was, was all the better for the loaf the only loaf of bread being boiled in it. Just when Mildred thought she could stand at the window, and watch for Oliver, Oliver came in at the window. He was not too tired to have his wits about him, as Ailwin said; wits, she added, that were worth more than hers.
For now I must leave her in our poor land, where she must be hunted maybe from hiding to biding, place to place, and in my heart grew up an unreasoning anger against Ailwin and Gunnhild, who by their secrecy had kept me from bringing her here with Olaf.
He felt that he should tell, if he remained beside his sister and Ailwin; so he wandered off, through the wood, to try how far he could see over the waters to the south, now that the tempest was passing away. Through the trees he saw some one a tall person, walking on the grass by the water-side. He ran he flew.
Run up to the mill, dear, and bring his jacket and his apron," he shouted as his sister ran. Mildred brought both, and they dressed up the broom. "That will never do," said Mildred. "Look how the sleeves hang; and how he holds his head! It is not a bit like a man." "'Tis a good scarecrow," declared Ailwin. "I have seen many a worse scarecrow than that."
She and her little pigs were found almost dead with hunger and wet: but the meal-chest had come just in time to save them. Ailwin had said it was worth while to spare them some of the meal; for the little pigs, if their mother was well fed, would give them many a good dinner. There was no occasion to fear want of food at present.
Ailwin always did what everybody asked her; so she gave over sorting feathers, and left them all about, while she went down the garden. Mildred knew she must take little George away, or he would be making confusion among the feathers that had been sorted.
Looking round, she saw Mildred's face covered with tears. "What's the matter now, dear?" said she. "Is the baby worse? No, he don't seem worse to me." "I don't know, I'm sure. But, Ailwin, I am so tired, I don't know what to do; and I cannot bear to hear him cry so. He has been crying in this way all to-day; and it is the longest day I ever knew."
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