"Nobody home," was Richard's disconsolate3 greeting as he rose from the porch railing. "Mr. Hildreth has gone across fields to borrow some more crates4 and Mrs. Hildreth is setting bread in the kitchen. Warren has gone to the Center and Jack is nursing a grouch5 upstairs."
"Well, I came to see Jack," said the doctor. "I'll go up in a minute."
"Warren?" echoed the bewildered Richard. "What has Warren done to you?"
"He hasn't done anything to me—" Rosemary's color began to rise. "But I don't think he is one bit fair to Jack."
Before Richard could argue this, the door opened and Jack came out. He had heard voices and perhaps wished to discourage the intention of the doctor to come up and see him. He sat down on the opposite side of the step from Rosemary and her brother and put one hand carelessly behind him.
"Hello!" he said grumpily.
"Say, those fish were fine," declared Richard, feeling his responsibility as host, since Jack did not seem moved to speech. "They were so fresh, I could almost see 'em leaping out of the brook9. You must have had good luck."
"First-rate," said the doctor. "Sorry you couldn't come up to the house for dinner, Rich."
"Well, I could have come," admitted Richard cautiously, "but I'm no good presenting regrets for others. Warren and Jack were peeved—"
"You needn't make any excuses for me," interrupted Jack coldly, holding up a throbbing10 hand behind his back.
"See?" said Richard with a gesture of despair. "What could a fellow do? And I'll bet Winnie cooks fish so you never forget it."
"She's a good cook," Doctor Hugh conceded.
Richard sighed. He wished Rosemary felt more talkative. In his anxiety to entertain his guests, he stumbled on a sore subject.
"I used to go fishing pretty often myself," he said pleasantly. "The first year we were in college, Warren and I went off by ourselves nearly every Saturday afternoon. We made friends with the State wardens11 and they told us a lot of useful things. Once we saw them stock a stream—that was great. Ever see that, Jack?"
"No," snapped Jack, "and I'm not likely to; the only thing I'll know by the end of this summer will be how many cans of tomatoes the Goldenrod Canning Company has packed this year."
"How do they stock a stream?" asked Rosemary, her curiosity unloosening her tongue.
"Oh, they have thousands of baby fish and they ladle 'em out like so much fine gold," said Richard. "And we saw them net a pond once for carp—I wish I had more time to play around. Perhaps when Warren and I get our own farm we can carry out a few ideas of ours."
"What's that you're going to do when you get your own farm, Richard?" asked Mrs. Hildreth, coming out on the porch, looking warm and tired. "I declare, every summer I say I'll have the baker12 stop here," she added. "I get so sick of baking my own bread when it's warm."
She did not sit down, but stood poised13 on the top step. Jack who had risen with the rest, kept one hand stiffly away from his body.
"What were you saying, Richard?" asked Mrs. Hildreth again.
"Oh, I was day-dreaming I guess," Richard answered. "I said that when Warren and I have our own farm, perhaps we'll have time to do some of the things we have always wanted to do."
Mrs. Hildreth mopped her flushed face with a handkerchief of generous size.
"Well, you won't," she prophesied14. "I never knew anyone who lived on a farm to have a minute's time for anything but the hardest kind of work. Even in winter when the crops are in, there's wood to get out and cut and the animals to be fed and bedded down and the fires to look after and paths to be opened and the milking to be done. It's one thing after another, all the year round."
Richard put one arm around the porch pillar.
"It could be different," he insisted. "For instance, you could buy bread—you just said so. That would save you some time."
"Which I should feel duty-bound to use in canning more fruit," countered Mrs. Hildreth promptly15. "I'm not so keen on work, but the way I'm made, I feel guilty if I waste a half hour."
"It isn't wasting time to have a little enjoyment16 and leisure," Richard declared doggedly17. "Is it, Jack?"
Jack a moment before had struck his hand against the porch railing, a light tap, scarcely to be noticed. But his face was white as he turned savagely18 on Richard.
"Work is the only thing that counts and you know it," he said fiercely. "The crops and the crops alone, are to be considered. If you kill yourself getting them in, that's a small matter; next year someone else will plant 'em again and perhaps kill himself, too."
"Dear me, Jack, maybe you have a little touch of the sun," said Mrs. Hildreth. "I think the doctor had better give you something to make you sleep. You will, won't you, Doctor Willis?" the good woman urged anxiously.
"I'm all right," said Jack.
"Well, I'm sure I hope so," she returned in a voice that was far from sounding convinced. "Mr. Hildreth had a brother who had a sunstroke once and he wasn't right for years. Were you working in a blaze to-day, Jack?"
"He wore a hat," said Richard quickly, fearful that Jack's scant19 supply of patience would be utterly20 exhausted21. "Besides, there was a breeze in the afternoon. It wasn't a bad day at all, Mrs. Hildreth."
"Don't you want to sit down, Mrs. Hildreth?" suggested Rosemary, wondering how anyone could remain standing22 so long, after being on her feet virtually all day.
"No, I'm going down the road in a minute," Mrs. Hildreth answered. "I want to ask Mrs. Tice about some new kind of rubber rings she got for her jars. How much fruit did Winnie put up so far, Rosemary?"
"Why—I don't believe I know," said Rosemary with a little laugh. "She made jelly, I remember and she's been canning nearly every week; but I don't know how many quarts or pints23 she has. Do you, Hugh?"
"Never counted," acknowledged the doctor lazily. "I'll warrant Winnie can tell you right off the reel, Mrs. Hildreth. She's proud of her success—I heard her tell my mother so."
"I'll step over and look at her shelves some day," promised Mrs. Hildreth. "Dear me, I'm tired. But if I don't go to Bertha's now, I'll never get there. Tell Mr. Hildreth I'll be right back, if he asks you where I am."
She went heavily down the steps and disappeared across the lawn.
Richard dropped with an exaggerated thud.
"Another minute and my ankles would have given out!" he declared. "And she thinks it is work that tired her out."
"Well, it is," said Rosemary. "She works from five in the morning till nearly ten at night."
"But she could rest, if she only knew how," Richard protested.
"Ah, now you have it, Rich," said Doctor Hugh. "There's a great deal in knowing how to rest."
"There's no use in knowing how, when you can't rest if you want to," Jack complained bitterly.
"That isn't a very clear sentence, Jack," said the doctor. "Explain a little, won't you?"
"Oh, I'm tired," Jack declared ungraciously, "and there's nothing to explain, anyway."
The desultory24 conversation that followed was almost wholly between Rosemary and Richard. Jack was curiously25 silent and Doctor Hugh, too, seemed content to listen. Finally he rose.
"We must be getting back," he said. "First though, I'll take a look at your hand, Jack."
"There's nothing the matter with it," countered Jack gruffly.
"You act remarkably26 like Sarah," was Doctor Hugh's response to this. "Come in where I can have a light and don't be foolish."
Jack followed him sulkily and Rosemary and Richard watched while the doctor unwound the cloth that bound the injured finger. The cut was an angry-looking one.
"Needs attention," Doctor Hugh commented briefly27. "Do you want to come up to the house with me, or shall I send Rosemary for the iodine28 bottle?"
Jack elected to remain where he was, and Rosemary sped away to get bandages and antiseptics. Mrs. Hildreth's tea kettle was requisitioned for a supply of hot water and then the doctor washed and dressed the cut, Jack enduring the process gamely.
"I won't knock off," he said defiantly29 as the last gauze fold was fastened in place. "I'm going to pick tomatoes, if I have to do it with my left hand."
"You can use your hand, if you'll keep the bandages in place," the doctor assured him. "I'll dress it again for you in the morning—and don't let me have to send for you. When you have had breakfast, come and get your hand attended to, before you go into the field."
"He'll feel better now," he said to Rosemary as they walked slowly down the road, extending their walk to enjoy the beauty of the summer evening. "His finger was throbbing and beginning to fester and must have given him great pain all day."
"Here comes Warren," whispered Rosemary.
Warren looked warm and tired. He stopped when he saw them and Rosemary would have walked on with a short "Hello!" had not her brother's hand upon her arm held her.
"You've been down to the bungalow?" said Warren, after he had thanked them for the fish and congratulated the fisherman on his luck. "I'm sorry I missed you."
"Jack sick?" Warren looked surprised and, though she would not have admitted it, concerned.
"Not sick—but he has rather a nasty cut on one finger," corrected Doctor Hugh. "He'll be all right, if he follows directions."
Warren's eyes were troubled.
"I'm afraid he's having a tough time," he said regretfully. "I'm sorry, but—" he left the sentence unfinished.
The storm signals in Rosemary's expressive31 face were easily interpreted by her brother. He said good night to Warren and they resumed their walk.
"Why didn't you say something, Hugh!" burst out Rosemary, hardly waiting till they were beyond earshot. "Why didn't you tell him that Jack is our friend and that Warren needn't think he can treat him like that!"
"I don't know that Jack is being treated 'like that,'" protested Doctor Hugh whimsically. "You looked so like a thunder cloud, Rosemary, that there was nothing left to be said."
Rosemary jerked her arm free and faced him tempestuously32.
"I believe you're taking Warren's part!" she accused him. "How can you? Anyway, I don't care what you do—Jack Welles is my friend!"
"Jack is to be envied," said Doctor Hugh gently. "Though I wish, dear, that you would learn to reason a little more quietly. You know I am very fond of Jack—he is a splendid lad in many ways. So is Warren. This quarrel between them will blow over—why Rosemary, you and Jack have half a dozen quarrels a year and none of them are serious."
But the next day matters remained in much the same uncomfortable state. Jack reported obediently to have his finger dressed and refused—with more vigor33 than courtesy—Warren's offer to release him from picking for that day. Rosemary had a hot argument with Sarah, who perversely34 upheld Warren's cause, and then quarreled with her brother, who would not admit that Jack was a martyr35.
"We won't discuss it any further, Rosemary," he said at last. "As far as I can judge, Warren is in the right and Jack is acting36 like a young and obstinate37 donkey."
The following afternoon Mrs. Willis went in to spend the night at the Eastshore house and choose the wall paper for the new suite38 of rooms. Doctor Hugh drove her in and was to drive her out the next morning. Jack had just finished bedding down the horses that night, and was wondering whether he had the energy to dress and go up to the little white house, when he heard Rosemary's voice outside the barn.
"Jack! Jack, where are you?"
"Here!" Jack hurried into sight. "What's the matter?" he demanded when he saw her face.
"Sarah!" gasped39 Rosemary. "She didn't come in to supper and none of us have seen her the entire afternoon. Winnie wanted to telephone Hugh, but I am so afraid it will worry Mother."
"Don't telephone!" commanded Jack. "She's somewhere on the place and has forgotten to come in; let her get hungry and she'll turn up. But we'll go find her and remind her it's after six o'clock."
Jack's cheerful matter-of-fact acceptance of Sarah's absence was the surest way to relieve the anxiety Winnie, as well as the girls, felt. At once they assured each other that Sarah was playing somewhere on the farm and had forgotten to come home. The discovery that Bony was also missing bore out Jack's theory; Sarah and the pig were having a beautiful time together.
Leaving Winnie and the two girls to search the barn and outbuildings, Jack hurried off to get reinforcements. He thought of Warren as a tower of strength, cool, level-headed Warren who could manage any situation.
Warren and Richard had finished the last chore and were beginning to change, when Jack burst unceremoniously into their room.
"Warren!" he hurdled40 the wall of misunderstanding that had grown up between them in one agile41 leap. "Warren, they say Sarah Willis is lost. She didn't come home to supper. Mrs. Willis is in Eastshore with Hugh to-night and we have to find Sarah without letting her mother know."
Warren agreed that Rainbow Hill was to be searched from one end to the other. He and Richard and Jack went in different directions and Mr. Hildreth took a fourth. Winnie stayed at the house, in case the lost one returned, and Rosemary and Shirley went down to Miss Clinton's to ask if Sarah had perhaps been there that afternoon. She had not and when they came back Winnie put Shirley to bed for it was past her bed hour and she was tired and sleepy.
No trace of Sarah was found on the farm and no better luck was encountered at the Gay farm, whither Jack went, or at the two nearest neighbors, queried42 by Warren and Richard, cautiously, lest the alarm spread and be relayed by the garrulous43 and unthinking to the little mother.
"Old Belle!"
"And the light runabout and one set of single harness is gone—I looked."
"That kid couldn't harness without help and get off this place—don't tell me!" Warren's tone was half skeptical45, half alarmed.
"Sarah can do anything you don't expect her to do," declared Jack. "Take it from me, that's what she has done this time. But how are we to find out the direction she took?"
"She'd go to Bennington," said Warren quickly. "If she had gone toward Eastshore someone who knew her would have been sure to spot her; besides, she is crazy about Bennington, always teasing to go with Hugh."
Old Belle was the oldest horse on the farm, a shambling, half-blind creature whose days of work had long been over. In summer she reveled in clover pasture, and the warmest box stall and choicest oats were hers in winter. Sarah had ridden her around the pasture a number of times, but it had never occurred to anyone that she would attempt to drive her. Indeed the boys had not known that Sarah knew how to harness.
Three pairs of willing hands quickly backed "Tony," Mr. Hildreth's light driving horse, into the shafts46 of the buggy and, telling the anxious Winnie and Rosemary that they would have good news for them soon, they drove off toward Bennington, the county seat.
They said little, but they were more worried than they cared to admit. The highway was a state road and automobiles47 ran in both directions, two fairly steady streams. It was dark by now and the glare of the headlights might easily confuse an old, enfeebled horse and a little girl whose driving skill was of the slightest.
"I want to look at the road," he said, leaping lightly over the wheel and turning his pocket flash light full on the dusty macadam.
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