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"This mill can't go it's too solid." Beyond the Red Mill the ground was low again; had the Camerons tried to keep on the road for home the flood would have overtaken the car. And to take the road that branched off for Cheslow would have endangered the car, too. In a few seconds the knoll on which the mill stood was an island! The girls and Tom ran indoors.
"That's what I came back for," replied Tom Cameron, mopping his brow. "I couldn't get anything out of Mercy's father " "Of course not," Helen said, briskly, as Ruth ran to the house. "The railroad employes are forbidden to talk when there is an accident. Mr. Curtis might lose his job as station agent at Cheslow if he answered all queries." Ruth came flying back from the house.
Aunt Alvirah was going farther from the Red Mill and the town of Cheslow than she had ever been in her life before. First she said she could not possibly do it! What ever would Jabez do without her? And he would not hear to it, anyway. And then there was "her back and her bones." "Best place for old folks like me is in the chimbly corner," declared Aunt Alvirah.
It was on the verge of evening, and a keen and searching wind was blowing across the ruffled Lumano, when Helen Cameron's car and its three occupants came in sight of the old Red Mill. Mercy Curtis had been dropped at the Cheslow railway station, where she had the "second trick" as telegraph operator.
Tellingham I fear that Briarwood Hall could not exist. However, the doctor is a perfectly harmless person." Grace Tellingham was a rather strong-minded lady and that the doctor would prove to be both mild and "hen-pecked." The car sped along the beautifully shaded road leading into Cheslow; but there was still ample time for the travelers to catch the train.
With Jennie Stone's usual impulsiveness she accepted for herself and "mon Henri" and Aunt Kate, promising to be at Cheslow within three days, and all within the limits of a ten-word telegram! "The ancients," stated Jennie Stone solemnly, "burned incense upon any and all occasions red letter days, labor days, celebrating Columbus Day and the morning after, I presume. But we moderns burn gasoline.
Reads every book she can get hold of; there is scarcely a child in the Cheslow High School who could compete with her for a month in any study she had a mind to take hold of. But," and the doctor shook his head again, "her mind's warped and cramped because of her affliction." "I pitied her," said Ruth, quietly. "But don't tell her so. Go and see her again that's all.
"I don't know anybody whom I like to call upon in Cheslow ahead of Doctor Davison. It's almost as good as having him come to see you when you're sick." "But I don't think," Ruth objected, "that it's any fun to have any doctor come to see one on business." "You don't half mind being ill when Doctor Davison calls," declared Helen, with unabated enthusiasm. "And when you call there!
But she stood up and waved her hand to the little figure of Aunt Alvirah in the cottage doorway as long as she could be seen on the Cheslow road. And she had a fancy that Uncle Jabez himself was lurking in the dark opening to the grist-floor of the mill, and watching the retreating motor car. There was a quick, alert-looking girl hobbling on two canes up and down the platform at Cheslow Station.
Then they bundled Hazel Gray in the automobile rugs, while Tom struggled into an overcoat and cranked up the machine. The director came to inquire: "What are you going to do with that girl?" "Take her to the Red Mill," snapped Ruth. "That's down the river, opposite the road to Cheslow. And don't try to see her before to-morrow. No thanks to you that she isn't drowned."