The Big Six—as the older children were now called—were returning from their swim. A shower, early in the morning, had delayed the bathing hour until afternoon. And their pent-up spirits had exploded in prolonged skylarking in the water. It was late afternoon when they came in sight of the Little House. They threw themselves under one of the twin elms on the front lawn, a little warm from their walk home. And as the Big Six languidly talked, the Little Six came, in single file, along the trail which led from House Rock.
“Where’s Betsy?” the sharp-eyed Rosie called.
“I sent her back for her dolly,” Molly explained gravely. “She forgot and left Hildegarde on House Rock. Hildegarde was all dressed up in her best clothes and I didn’t fink she ought to stay out all night long.”
“That’s right, Molly,” Maida applauded[Pg 126] the little girl. “Take just as good care of your dollies as you do of yourselves. And then when you grow up, they’ll still be with you—like Lucy.”
Molly, heading the file turned suddenly and walked soberly over to Maida’s side. She knelt down on the grass beside her. “Maida,” she said, “when we first came down here, you said if we were very very good, we could play with Lucy some rainy day.”
Maida laughed up into the earnest little face. The key-note of Molly’s coloring was brown just as Delia’s was red, Betsy’s black, and the Clark twins pink-and-white. Molly’s serious little face, from which hung two tight thick little braids, had, even in her wee childhood, a touch of motherliness; and indeed she brooded like a warm little mother bird over the entire rest of the group.
“So I did,” Maida said.
“But we’ve only had free rainy days,” Molly complained.
The Big Six laughed. Molly could not pronounce t and her failure in this respect always entertained the Big Six. They all reached out and knocked the elm trunk. “Knock wood!” they called to Molly; and Molly, not at all understanding what it was all about, [Pg 127]obediently tapped the tree with her dimpled knuckles1.
“And you didn’t let us have Lucy those free days,” Molly stated reproachfully.
“But if you wait long enough, Molly,” Maida excused herself, “you are sure to have a big three-days’ storm. And I promise you you shall have Lucy all three days.”
“And the little hair frunk?” Molly questioned eagerly.
“Yes,” Maida agreed, “the little hair frunk.”
“Cross you froat!” Molly demanded.
“Yes, cross my froat,” Maida agreed and crossed it.
“Did Betsy come back?” Dicky asked carelessly.
“I didn’t notice,” Maida answered absently, “I wasn’t looking.”
But after a while the supper bell rang. The children filed into the dining room and took their places. One chair was vacant.
“Where’s Betsy?” Mrs. Dore immediately asked.
Everybody looked puzzled and nobody answered.
“I told her to go and get her dolly,” Molly asserted.
Nobody paid any attention to her.
“She’s probably up-stairs in the nursery,” Mrs. Dore decided3. “Once or twice she’s fallen asleep up there—she’s got so tired playing.”
She left the room and the children heard her running over the stairs. In a moment or two, they heard her footsteps coming back—at a swifter pace.
“She isn’t there,” Mrs. Dore said in a quiet voice. “Nor in any one of the upstairs rooms. Now before you eat, children, scatter4 about the place and see if you can find her.”
“She’s run away,” Dicky asserted. “I told you she would.”
“I told her to go back for her dolly,” Molly reiterated5 gravely.
As Mrs. Dore had ordered, the children scattered6. They searched the house, the Annex7, the barn, the Tree House, the two gardens, and the adjacent trails. No Betsy! By this time, Floribel and Zeke, looking very serious, had joined in the search. Granny Flynn, obviously frightened, was wringing8 her hands.[PgMrs. Dore’s face had turned serious too, but she was quite mistress of herself.
“We’ll wait a few minutes,” she ordered slowly, “and then if we haven’t found her, we’ll telephone the Big House. In the meantime, Granny, you see that the children have their supper. The rest of you,” she addressed the Big Six, “must go without your supper for a while. I want you to help.”
The Big Six wanted to help of course. For a moment or two they wandered about aimlessly—a haphazard9 group; with Mrs. Dore and Floribel and Zeke trying to direct all at once. Suddenly Arthur Duncan took command of the situation. He ran into the house and emerged with his arms full of things; the cow-bell with which Floribel called the children to meals and four electric flash-lights. “Laura,” he commanded, handing her the cow-bell, “I want you to stand here at the door and ring this bell at regular intervals11. I’m going to divide the rest of you into pairs and send you off in different directions. We’re losing time, all bunched together like this. Now Mrs. Dore, if you and Dicky will go to the Magic Mirror and hunt the woods there—and Floribel, you and Rosie take the House Rock[Pg 130] direction. Zeke, you and Harold search in front, across the road. Maida and I’ll beat the woods back of the house. Remember, don’t any one of you go out of hearing of the bell. And if any of you find Betsy, come back and ring the bell hard—without stopping.”
The four pairs scattered, north, south, east and west. For a few moments Maida could hear the others crashing through the woods. She caught their voices ... getting farther and farther away ... calling “Betsy!” ... “Betsy!” ... fragments of sentences. Finally as she and Arthur plunged12 deeper and deeper into the forest, she got only broken blurred13 calls. At length these too died away. The silence of the immeasurable, immemorial forest closed about her and Arthur. The oncoming dusk seemed to be pouring like a great, gradual-growing flood upon them.
“There isn’t any chance of our losing Betsy forever, Arthur?” Maida asked once in a hushed voice.
“Not a chance,” Arthur answered. “If we don’t find her, your father will. In five minutes he can get enough men together to beat these woods. And by midnight they can cover every spot of them.”
“But a gang of men working systematically,” Arthur explained, “could get through them in no time. Why the year my father and I camped out in Maine, there was a child lost in a forest a hundred times as big as this, but the whole village turned out and they found her in an hour.” Arthur did not add that the child was only three. He went on. “You see, little children can’t walk very fast. They are likely to go round in circles any way. And they soon get tired out. We shall probably find her asleep.”
“But if she’s fast asleep,” Maida remarked, “she can’t help us by answering our calls.”
To this Arthur answered, “Perhaps our calls will wake her.”
In the meantime, they searched every bit of ground thoroughly15. At the foot of tree trunks, beside rocks, under bushes, Arthur thrust the rays of his electric flash-light. At intervals, he called to Maida and at intervals Maida called to him. It grew darker and darker.
“There, there’s the moon!” Arthur said in a relieved tone. “It’s going to help a good[Pg 132] deal—having a full moon.” Following his pointing finger, Maida caught a faint, red glow through the trees. They searched a little longer.
“Arthur, I can barely hear the bell,” Maida exclaimed suddenly.
Arthur sighed. “I was just thinking of that,” he said. “I guess we’ll have to go back to the Little House and telephone the Big House.”
They turned and walked in the direction of the cow-bell. They were too preoccupied16 with the sense of their unhappiness to talk. Once only Maida said, “She’s one of the darlingest little girls I ever knew. If anything happened to Betsy—And then how could we tell her mother?”
When they came out on the lawn of the Little House, they found Floribel and Rosie sitting there. A minute later, Zeke and Harold appeared from one direction and, after an interval10, Mrs. Dore and Dicky from another. They all had the same anxious, slightly-terrified look.
“I’ll call up the Big House now,” Mrs. Dore said quietly. “We can’t handle this alone any longer.” She started towards the[Pg 133] door and automatically the others followed her in a silent, down-cast file.
And then suddenly, Rosie screamed, “There’s Betsy now!”
Maida followed Rosie’s scream with “And what is she carrying in her arms?”
And then the whole group broke and ran in the direction of House Rock.
Betsy was coming down the trail toward the Little House. The moon was fairly high now and it shown full on the erect18 little figure and the excited sparkling little face. Her dress was soiled and torn. Her hair ribbon had gone and her curls hung helter-skelter about her rosy19 cheeks. Her great eyes shone like baby moons as her gaze fell on the group running towards her. A trusting smile parted her red lips; showed all her little white mice teeth.
Betsy was carrying a fawn. As they surrounded her, she handed it trustfully over into Arthur’s extended hands. “I finded it myself,” she announced proudly. “I ranned and[Pg 134] I ranned and I ranned. And it runned and it runned and it runned. But I ranned faster than it runned and pretty soon it was all tired out and I catched it.”
This was all of her adventure that they ever got out of Betsy. Conjecture21 later filled in these meager22 outlines; that Betsy had been coming home with her doll, Hildegarde, when this stray from the Westabrook preserves crossed her path. Dropping Hildegarde—they found her a few moments later, not far from House Rock—she chased the poor little creature over trails, through bushes, across rocks until she ran him down. Then picking him up in her arms, she found the path by some lucky accident and came home.
“Mother of God!” Mrs. Dore said, hugging Betsy again and again, “the child looked like the young St. John coming down the path.”
Floribel lifted Betsy in her arms and carried her the rest of the way, a very excited little girl proudly telling her story again and again.
“I ranned and I ranned and I ranned,” she kept repeating, “and he runned and he runned and he runned—”
The other children tried to help in the process by holding onto dangling23 legs and[Pg 135] arms, by patting the little thickly-curly head and by reaching up to kiss the round rosy cheeks. All except Arthur, who carried the exhausted24 little fawn.
Once home, Betsy was the center of attention for only a moment. She was given her supper; a warm soothing25 bath and put immediately to bed. Then the fawn took the center of the stage.
The capable Arthur found a big basket which he filled with soft cloths; placed the exhausted little creature in it. He was exhausted; for when Arthur first put him on the floor, his legs gave out under him. He spraddled, all four legs flat, on the rug in front of the fireplace—as Rosie said, “exactly like a wet mosquito.” Then Arthur heated some milk; dipped a corner of a handkerchief into it; gave it to the fawn to suck. It was a slow process; for the fawn did not seem to understand this strange method of being fed. At length, Arthur thought of a better scheme. Procuring26 an eye-dropper from the medicine-chest, he poured the warm fluid, drop by drop, into the little creature’s mouth.
All the time the children knelt around the basket in a circle.
“How sweet it is,” Rosie who adored animals, kept saying. “Look at its big eyes and its beautiful head!”
“I’d love to take it in my arms,” Maida exclaimed, again and again, “only I know I would frighten it to death. See how it trembles if we get too near!”
The little children, who had been allowed one glimpse of the deer, went up-stairs chattering27 like little magpies28. Betsy, tired with her long hunting, had fallen asleep the instant she struck the pillow. But the rest were in such a high state of excitement that it was almost an hour before the last of them calmed down. It was not easy that night to drive the Big Six to bed.
When the denizens29 of the Little House waked the next morning, their tiny forest guest was lying in his basket, bright-eyed as usual. For an hour after his breakfast and theirs, they hovered30 about him making all kinds of plans in regard to his future. But these dreams were rudely shattered when Mrs. Dore informed them that she had told Mr. Westabrook, over the telephone, the whole episode and that he was sending a man that day to bring the deer back to the Big House.
“Oh I don’t see why we have to give him[Pg 137] up!” Maida declared in heart-broken accents. “What fun it would be to have a deer all our own and watch him grow. Just think when his horns came!”
“Oh, Maida!” Rosie begged, “do call your father up and tease him to let us keep him. Just think of having a baby fawn running about the house.”
Both the Sixes, Little and Big, added their entreaties31 to Rosie’s.
“I don’t think it would be any use, Maida,” Mrs. Dore quietly interrupted. “Your father said if by chance any stranger brought a dog here, he would kill the little fawn the moment he caught him. And then when the fawn himself grew bigger, and developed horns, he might even be dangerous. Besides Betsy,” as Betsy burst into loud wails32 of, “I finded him myself. I ranned and I ranned and I ranned—” “Mr. Westabrook said he would send you something nice to take the fawn’s place.”
“But the fawn’s alive,” Rosie expostulated in a grieved tone. “And nothing can be as nice as a live creature.”
“He said this would be alive too,” Mrs. Dore comforted her.
“Oh what?” Rosie asked.
Mrs. Dore’s eyes danced. “It’s a surprise. I’m not to tell it.”
Only half appeased33, the children hung around the house, waiting to see what the live thing was. In the middle of the morning, a run-about drew up in front of the Little House and one of Mr. Westabrook’s men alighted from it. He was wearing a long loose coat, but he had nothing in his arms. He took the little fawn, basket and all, and placed it in the run-about. The children tagged his every movement, followed with their eyes his every motion. After the fawn was safely installed on the seat beside him, he turned on the engine.
Betsy burst into tears.
“Oh that’s the little girl,” the man exclaimed, as though suddenly remembering something, “who found the fawn, isn’t it?”
“Well then,” the man said, “I guess I’ve got something for you.” He reached into one of the pockets of his big coat and brought out a tiny, nondescript bundle of loose white fur; of helpless waving black paws; big bulging35 winking36 black eyes; a curly queue of tail; an impertinent sniffing37 nose—a baby bull dog.[Pg 139] He handed it to Betsy. Betsy’s tears dried in a flash. She hugged the puppy close to her warm neck; ran with him to the house. The children raced after her, and the run-about, utterly38 forgotten, disappeared down the road.
“Let’s call it Fawn,” Rosie said, and Fawn it was.
Fawn adopted the Little House as her home at once. She was a very affectionate person and she soon grew to love devotedly39 every member of the household. They all loved her devotedly in return; but none loved her more than Betsy; and Betsy’s dog she always remained.
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preoccupied
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petrified
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