Maida crept slowly out of her room; stole softly down the stairs; ran quietly to a side entrance; opened the screen door gently; closed it inaudibly; dashed down the trail to the Magic Mirror. She arrived at the boathouse panting. But she did not wait to recover her breath. Quickly she unlocked the door and pulled out one of the canoes, leaped into it so swiftly that she almost upset it, paddled as rapidly as she could towards the center of the lake.
It was an unusually hot day. And paddling was hot work. The water looked tempting1. Maida battled with a temptation, which she had never known before, to jump overboard just as she was in her fresh clean dress and take a long swim. But she knew that Granny Flynn would disapprove2 of this and she relinquished3 her project with a tired sigh. She did not stop paddling until she reached the other side of the lake. Then she drew the[Pg 199] canoe in close to the shore, under an overhanging tree; lay down in it; stared vacantly up at the sky.
“I know what’s the matter with me,” she thought suddenly. “I’m tired. I didn’t sleep well last night. I had a dreadful dream—Now what was that dream? It was a nightmare really and it seemed to last so long. What was it—Oh what was it?”
She groped in her memory in the way one does to remember a haunting but elusive4 dream. It was like trying, in pitch darkness, to pick out one rag from scores of others in a rag bag. Then suddenly a ray of light seemed to pierce that darkness and she put her hand on the right rag.
Very late, long after midnight indeed, it seemed to her that somebody came into her room, that she half-waked; spoke5. That somebody did not answer and she fell asleep again. Yes, she remembered now, that that somebody seemed to come in through the window. She fell asleep and yet not entirely6 asleep.... That somebody moved about the room ... looked at everything.... That somebody stopped near the little hair-cloth trunk which contained Lucy’s clothes. After a while ... that somebody went away ... [Pg 200]through the window.... But all night long, a sense of trouble and disturbance7 kept bringing Maida out of deep sleep to ruffled8 wakefulness; then sent her back into a heavy and fatiguing9 slumber10.
Thinking this over and staring up at the blue sky, Maida drifted off to sleep. She woke—it must have been nearly two hours later—perfectly11 refreshed. But she did not go back immediately to the Little House. Instead, the sight of a columbine in the woods made her determine to land. She knew that Rosie particularly loved the columbines and pursuing, half absently, the trail which went to the Moraine, she soon gathered a great armful.
Maida became so absorbed in this pleasant duty of reparation that she went further than she intended. In fact, it was with a real sense of surprise—and a slight tingle12 of terror—that suddenly she found herself at the approach to the Moraine itself. She had not been there since the extraordinary day of the picnic and although she had not let her mind dwell on the curious experience of that occasion, she had by no means forgotten it. For a moment, she hesitated about going further. And then she caught a glimpse, across the[Pg 201] rust-brown pine-needle-covered expanse, of a great clump13 of columbines faintly nodding their delicate heads. Involuntarily Maida dashed across the Moraine and picked them. More appeared beyond. She picked all these and then just beyond, she caught sight of a tiny field of columbines. Maida moved in their direction, plumped herself down in the midst of their beautiful living carpet. It was cool there and quiet. The pines held the sun out, although their needles were all filmed with iridescence14; but they let little glimpses of the sky through their branches. Some strange wood insect burst into a long strident buzz.
Maida turned white. Her heart leaped so high that she felt with another such impulse it would break through her chest. She jumped to her feet, still clutching her flowers, raced across the Moraine into the path. She had not gone very far before something stopped her; not an obstacle but a thought. She had expected, remembering the day of the picnic, that the voice would be joined by two others. This did not happen. That first voice maintained its eerie17 call. The thought was, “That cry is not the cry of anything frightening[Pg 202] like a goblin or a wild animal, or a tramp—it is the wail15 of a baby.”
Maida stood for a moment just where she had stopped. The cry began again. Terror surged through Maida. But she clinched18 her hands and made herself listen. Yes, that was what it was—the wail of a baby. Could it be some little baby animal crying for its mother—a fawn19 like Betsy’s or—and here Maida’s hair rose on her head again—a baby bear? Her common sense immediately rejected this theory. There were no bears in the woods. And if it were a baby deer, she would be ashamed of being afraid of a baby deer when Betsy showed no fear. For another interval20 she stood still fighting her cowardice21. Then suddenly she took her resolution in hand. “I’m going to find out what it is,” she said aloud. Perhaps she was assisted in this by the cessation of the mysterious wail. Only for a moment however! Her resolution received another weakening blow by the sudden resumption of the uncanny noise. But she did not actually stop, she only faltered22. For the farther she walked across the Moraine, the more it sounded like the crying of—not a baby animal—but a regular baby. Suddenly all Maida’s fear vanished forever. “I am not[Pg 203] afraid any more,” she said to herself. And she wasn’t.
The hard thing was to discover where the cry came from. It seemed under her feet. She plunged23 here, there, beyond—everywhere, looking up and down but finding nothing. Then she began a more systematic24 search. Starting with the very edge of the Moraine she took every rock as it came along, searched around and over it, each clump of bushes, parted them and walked through them. Still the cry kept up. Occasionally she stopped to listen. “That baby’s sick,” she said once, and later, “I do believe it’s hungry.”
Ahead, a big rock thrust out of the earth like an elephant sitting on its haunches. At one side, two bushes grew at so acute an angle and with branches so thickly leaved, that the great surface of the rock was concealed25. Maida parted them.
Underneath26 there was no rocky surface. The bushes concealed a small low opening to what looked like a cave. Was it a cave? Where did it lead? How far? Would—and again Maida’s heart spun27 with terror—would she confront an enraged28 mother bear if she entered it? But these questions all died in Maida’s mind. For, emerging undisputedly[Pg 204] from the cave, came the fretful cry of a baby.
Without further question, Maida dropped to her hands and knees and crawled into the opening. Crawled down rather; for the entrance sloped at first. Then, it began to grow level. The crying grew louder.
It was a big cave. The end was lost in shadow but in the light from the entrance, Maida could see something lying, not far off, on a heap of bed clothes. As she looked, a tiny hand came up and waved in the air. Maida could not stand upright yet. But she hurried over to that tiny hand. She was beginning to get the glimmer29 of a little white face.
It was a baby.
The baby put up its hands to her. Maida lifted it from the ground and made rapidly backwards30 to the cave opening. It was a lovely baby—Maida decided31 that at once—a girl, getting towards a year old, brown-complexioned with a thick shock of dark hair and big brown eyes. For a moment, it looked at Maida in surprise and even in baby distrust; then it began to cry. Its open mouth displayed four little white teeth.
Maida put the baby down on the soft grass in the shade of some bushes. She returned to the cave. She found a candle there; some[Pg 205] matches in an iron box. She lighted the candle. There was one pile of baby clothes, unironed though perfectly clean, but in tatters. Beside them was another pile. Somehow these seemed familiar. Maida looked closely.
They were Lucy’s clothes.
Then—lightnings poured through Maida’s mind—It was not a dream—Somebody had come into her room ... robbed her ... robbed little Lucy.... But she must not think of that now, with a crying, perhaps a starving baby on her hands. Further back was a bundle of hay, pressed down as though somebody older slept there. There was a little alcohol lamp and the materials for warming milk; milk bottles but no milk.
Maida returned to the baby, who had resumed its crying; took it into her lap; rocked it.
What should she do? The baby must belong to somebody. But where was that somebody? It was hungry now. She felt sure of that. It seemed to her that she ought to take the baby home. And yet suppose the parent should come back? Then she would be in the position of stealing a baby. What should she do? She could not go off and leave it. Nor could she stay indefinitely. She had not even[Pg 206] told them at the Little House where she was going. They would be worried about her. They would think that, like Betsy, she was lost. Pretty soon they might send out searching parties. How she regretted her pettishness32 of the morning. And still if it had not been for that, she would not have come here; would not have found the baby. What should she do?
She put her hands over her eyes, as though shutting out the sight of things made it easier to think. Perhaps it did. For suddenly it came to her that the first thing to consider was the baby. Babies must not be neglected. Babies must be fed. It was a serious matter for them to go too long without their milk. Suddenly she pulled her little red morocco diary from her pocket; tore out a page. With the little pencil that lay in the loop of the diary she wrote:
I have taken your baby to my home—the Little House. It is at the end of the trail just across the lake. I was afraid you had deserted33 her and she would get sick and die. I am sorry if you are worried, but you can have your baby at once by claiming her.
A phrase slipped from she knew not where into her mind. She concluded with it: “and[Pg 207] proving property.” She signed her own name and under it wrote, “Daughter of Jerome Westabrook, financier.”
Her mind made up, Maida worked quickly. Holding the baby in her arms, she walked swiftly down the trail to the canoe. Here a problem presented itself.
She could not hold the baby in her arms, nor could she let the hot sun of that hot August day pour on the little head. After a great deal of difficulty and some maneuvering34, she managed to stand up some thickly-leaved branches so that they made a shade. She placed the baby on one of the canoe cushions in its shadow; stepped into the canoe.
Never had Maida paddled so carefully or so well. On the other side, she tethered the canoe; lifted the baby out. She had cried all the way across the lake and was still crying fitfully.
“Somebody may come and break the canoe,” Maida surmised35 swiftly, “but I can’t wait to put it away.” She hurried in the direction of the Little House. “What a surprise I’ve got for them,” her thoughts ran. She was toiling36 along slowly now, for by this time, the baby had grown heavy as lead. Maida had to stop many times to rest her[Pg 208] arms. Her back ached as though it would break. “They’ll all want to keep this baby forever and I wish we could.”
But the surprise was not all for the others, nor indeed much as compared with their surprise for Maida. For as Maida neared the house, Rosie came flying down the path. Maida saw that her face was white and that great tears were pouring down her cheeks.
“Oh, Maida,” she sobbed37, “where have you been? We’ve been looking for you everywhere. A most terrible thing has happened. Poor Mrs. Dore”—she burst for an instant into uncontrollable sobbing38; then composed herself, “—fell down the cellar stairs and broke her leg. We’ve had a dreadful time—Where did you get that baby?”
“In a cave,” Maida answered faintly. “Will you carry her, Rosie, I’m so tired. Go on quickly. Tell me all about it—”
Rosie took the baby into her expert arms; continued. “Well, Arthur called up the Satuit doctor and he came with an ambulance and they’ve taken her to the Satuit Center hospital. Granny Flynn had to go with her—and we’re all alone. We’ll have to run the house ourselves until Granny can get back. Poor[Pg 209] Dicky feels dreadful and now we’ve got this baby on our hands. Everything happens at once, doesn’t it? Gracious, I’ll have to give this poor little thing something to eat right off. That’s a hungry cry.”
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