“I think that Silva Burle was just horrid1!” Rosie burst out suddenly. “Just horrid!” she repeated with an enraged2 accent. “I never took such a dislike to a girl in my life. I just simply despise her!”
The three little girls were in the rose garden. It was just after luncheon3 and Granny Flynn had said they must do something in the way of quiet exercise, before they went to swim in the Magic Mirror. They had decided4 to decorate the house with flowers.
“She was rather horrid, wasn’t she?” Maida agreed absently. “So was her brother.”
“You expect boys to have bad manners,” Laura commented scathingly, “but a girl ought to behave herself better than that. She made me so mad I wanted to stick my tongue out at her.”
“I wanted to box her ears,” announced Rosie fiercely.
“She seemed to take such a dislike to us—just [Pg 80]on sight!” Maida went on. “I don’t understand it. We didn’t do anything to her. We—”
“She acted as though,” Maida went straight on, “she was afraid of us for some reason, as though she thought we were going to do—” She paused—“well I don’t know what,” she concluded.
“I hope we never see the disagreeable thing again,” Laura said.
“We probably will,” Maida declared. “We’ll be going to the gypsy camp all the time, but of course she won’t come to the Little House.”
“If she does,” Rosie threatened, “I’ll tell her to go home.”
Rosie looked cross and she was cross. Ever since the return from the gypsy camp her tempestuous7 brows had not smoothed out their knots. Her eyes alternately burned and flashed and her cheeks were like red roses on fire.
Characteristically—because she wore red whenever she could—Rosie had gathered only the crimson8 roses. She held a great bunch of them now, and she stood stripping them of[Pg 81] their thorns. Laura’s roses were pink; Maida’s yellow.
“I should think this would be enough,” Maida suggested in a moment. “Let’s put them in the vases.”
“Shall we mix them all together?” Rosie asked. “One color to each room is really prettier. Just think how lovely the living room will be with these great red roses everywhere.”
“Rosie, you shall decide where the flowers go to-day, and the next time Laura, and the next time me. That’s the only fair way,” Maida declared.
Indoors, Maida took them to the long closet lined with shelves, lighted by one window and furnished with a small sink, a table and three chairs, which she called the Flower Closet. On the shelves were vases and bowls of all colors and sizes; some high and slender; some squatty and low; of glass and china. For a few minutes conversation languished9. The three little girls were all busy making their selection from these receptacles; cutting away too long stems and too heavy foliage10; removing thorns.
Rosie as usual—her movements were always as swift as lightning—finished her work[Pg 82] first. She came into the living room where Maida and Laura—the result of Laura’s idea—were trying bunches of yellow roses in low jars against bunches of pink ones in high ones.
“I wish I could get that Silva Burle out of my mind,” Rosie burst out with a sudden return of her irritation. “I keep thinking of her and I get so mad I’d just like to—”
“Granny says we can go down to the Pond now,” Arthur called suddenly, popping in the door. “We boys have been lugging11 the three canoes down to the Magic Mirror and believe me it’s some hot work. Granny says that we must put on our bathing suits here to-day.”
Boys and girls raced to their rooms. In a surprisingly brief time they were back again in bathing suits and bathing shoes; the girls with rubber caps in brilliant colors.
“Granny says, as Dicky’s the only one that can’t swim, we must all promise to look after him,” Arthur added warningly on their way to the Pond.
“I can look after myself,” Dicky remarked huffily.
“I’m only telling you what Granny said,” Arthur stated. Apparently12 Granny had put[Pg 83] other responsibilities on him because he went on. “I know you swim in deep water, Rosie, because I’ve seen you, and you too Harold. But how about you Laura?”
“Well—I’ll show you,” Laura promised caustically13.
“You’ll have to,” Arthur told her, “before I’ll let you go over your head.” He turned to Maida. “How about you?”
“I’m not a fast swimmer nor a strong one,” Maida declared, “but I am quite accustomed to deep water. I used to go over the side of the yacht with father every morning in the Mediterranean14, and I can swim forever without getting tired out.”
“All right,” Arthur said. And then, “All in that’s going in!” he shouted suddenly as the jetty came in sight. He burst into a run and the file of children raced after him. Over into the water they went in five tempestuous dives. Only Dicky remained watching them. They came up almost simultaneously15. Arthur and Harold, as a matter of natatorial compliment, threw into each other’s faces the mud and weeds they had brought up in their hands. Then they all struck for the middle of the Pond. They swam with varying degrees of speed—Arthur first as became his superior[Pg 84] size and strength, his superior skill at all things. Curiously16 enough Laura, who cut through the water like a thrown knife, kept a close second to him. The others struggled behind, Maida always in the rear.
They turned over and stared into the shining sky.
“Now tell us a story Maida!” Rosie said.
Maida began obediently. “Once upon a time,” she said to the accompaniment of five pairs of hands beating the water, “there lived a little girl by the name of Rosie. She was probably the naughtiest little girl in the world—”
“How about Silva Burle?” Rosie interrupted quickly. “You forget her.”
“I’ll tell you what you do forget,” Laura took it up, “poor Dicky standing17 there all alone on the pier18.”
“Gee,” was all Arthur said, but he turned and swam back, the rest following him.
“I’m going to give you your first swimming lesson now,” Arthur called to the disconsolate19 figure watching them. Arthur swam in shore. He commanded Dicky to wade20 into the pond up to his waist.
“Now,” he said, putting one hand under Dicky’s chin, “drop down slowly until you’re[Pg 85] lying flat on the water. I’ll hold you by the chin and by your bathing suit in the back. Now listen! You’re to do exactly what I tell you. You’ll think I’m going to drop you but I cross my throat I won’t. But you see that you follow my directions.”
In a few minutes Dicky was paddling frantically21, his eyes almost bulging22 out of his head, his lips pursed together; his waving arms and kicking feet beating the water almost to a lather23. “Breathe the way you always do!” Arthur was shouting. “You poor fish, open your mouth. Suppose you do swallow some water. It won’t hurt you. Haven’t you ever drunk any water in your life? Don’t kick up and down. Make your legs go the way a frog’s does. Don’t go so fast. Now I’ll count for you. One! Two! Three! Four! Breathe, you poor prune24! How do you expect you’re going to swim without any breath in your body?”
The others paddled about, adding their jeers25 or suggestions; but at times they frequently deserted26 for a longer swim. Laura displayed a number of water tricks—she was as graceful27 in her swimming as in her dancing and for a short dash she could go fast. She dove forward, sideways, and backwards28. She sat[Pg 86] upright in the water. She turned over and over in a somersault. Her strength was nothing to that of Rosie’s however, who seemed never to tire of any physical exercise.
“That will be enough for to-day, Dicky,” Arthur decided finally. “Now put on these water wings and practice the way I’ve been telling you. Breathe the way you always do and don’t go too fast. Don’t go into deep water yet. If the wings should fall off or bust—”
“I’ll stay near the shore,” Dicky promised docilely31. “You bet,” he added, “I don’t want to make a hole in the water.”
Shaking off his pedagogical duties, Arthur set off alone for the middle of the Pond, swimming with the long powerful strokes which characterized him, his head almost under water.
“What a stroke he has!” Maida commented admiringly. “I’d give anything if I could cut through the water like that. Why—why who’s that?”
Two heads appeared bobbing on the water at[Pg 87] the other side of the lake. No one of the children had seen anybody emerge from the woods. The strangers must have come around the curve. The heads came forward straight towards the middle of the lake. Arthur had reached his goal; was floating placidly32, his arms folded at the back of his neck. Involuntarily, the other children stood silent and watched. Nearer the two heads came to Arthur—nearer and nearer. One of them had thick tossed black hair; the other lighter33 hair, satiny as the inside of a nut where the sun caught it on the top of the head; wet and dark as strings34 of seaweed in the neck.
“It’s Silva and Tyma Burle,” Rosie exclaimed suddenly. “Oh how they can swim!”
“I never saw a girl swim like that,” Laura said with a touch of envy. “She swims just like a boy.”
Arthur, his ears sunk below the level of the water, had apparently heard nothing. But now suddenly he threw himself on his side and paddling just enough to keep afloat, watched the approaching pair in amazement36.
On the Burles came, their eyes fixed37 on Arthur, their expressions quite non-committal. Arthur waited.
Suddenly a terrible thing happened! Silva threw up her hands and screamed. Tyma, a little in advance, turned and swam to her rescue, but once he had reached his sister’s side she caught him about the neck. It was all over in a second. The two sank together. The children on the jetty shrieked38. Maida burst into tears. Harold started out at once for the fatal spot. Rosie made as though to follow him.
“Don’t Rosie,” Laura said with sudden coolness. “You’ll only be in the way.”
In the meantime, Arthur swam instantly for the spot where brother and sister had disappeared. He dived at once; staying under the water for what, to the frightened group on shore, seemed an incredible time. But he came up; filled his lungs with air; dived again. For the third time he appeared on the surface. For the third time he dived.
Suddenly many rods away on the top of the water appeared two heads—Silva’s and Tyma’s. Simultaneously Arthur came up gasping39 for air. The Burles managed to wave a hand; broke into high jeering40 laughter;[Pg 89] then swam rapidly towards the other shore. By this time, Harold had reached Arthur’s side. Together they started after the practical jokers but both the boys were spent with their first long swim of the year. After a while, they turned and rejoined their friends on the shore.
“Can you beat that?” Arthur demanded. His face had taken on the black look that rage, with him, always developed. Rosie’s eyes darted41 lightnings. Maida had stopped crying and her eyes had changed too. Not glowering42 like Rosie’s, they had grown suddenly dark. Laura looked stupefied. Dicky had turned white. Great shadows jumped out under his eyes.
“That was the most dreadful thing I ever saw in my life,” Maida asserted in a voice, almost a whisper. “You might have drowned, Arthur.”
“I’ll get even with them for that,” Arthur said in a quiet voice. “You wait.”
“I don’t blame you,” Rosie declared. “I’m so mad I don’t know what I wouldn’t do.”
“I don’t believe they’re worth taking any notice of,” Laura decided contemptuously, “gypsies like that. Why don’t you tell their aunt, Maida?”
“I’d like to,” Maida answered, “but I guess I won’t. I like Aunt Save too much.”
“Anyway,” Harold pointed43 out, “it isn’t anything that concerns them. It’s all between us children.”
“No, I wouldn’t want any grown people to get mixed up in this at all,” Arthur said. “I wouldn’t say anything about it to Granny Flynn or Mrs. Dore. It’ll only worry them and nobody’s the worse for it. We didn’t do anything to be ashamed of anyway.”
“Ashamed of!” Rosie echoed stormily. “You were only trying to save their lives.”
“No,” Maida agreed, “I won’t say anything about it. I think you’re right Arthur.”
The Burles had reached the opposite shore by this time. Before they disappeared into the woods, they raised their voices in a long derisive44 shout.
As Arthur listened his face grew blacker and blacker. “Do all the yelling you want!” he called, “I’ll get even with you, my fine young gypsies!”
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