"Of all the nerve—bringing it here—for me to break my neck on!"
From above came Miss Milly's voice plaintively calling.
"Take it away. Milly's calling—she's got to know what the excitement's about. I'll never get over my fright," and Miss Sabrina, still trembling, rose to go to her sister. The baby puckered his face preparatory to a long wail. "Take it out," commanded Miss Sabrina, "it's going to cry—give it something quick."
B'lindy snatched the baby and flew to the kitchen. She could not bear to think that any living thing in Happy House was hungry. However, the threatened squall passed when B'lindy, after carefully shutting her doors, produced a bowl and a shiny spoon.
It had not been alone Miss Sabrina's shriek that had frightened Miss Milly. She had heard a rumble of thunder. She was lying back among her pillows deadly pale. She clutched Miss Sabrina's hand and begged her to stay with her.
"I know I'm foolish," she whispered plaintively, "but it's so oppressive. It's hard—for me—to breathe."
Sabrina sat down grimly beside her—no thunder storm came to North Hero that it did not bring unpleasant memories to them both.
"Is it—going to be—very bad?" Miss Milly asked plaintively. "I wish Nancy—was home."
"Maybe it'll go around," assured her sister with as much tenderness as she was capable of showing.
At that moment the door opened slowly and B'lindy, a strangely softened look on her old face tip-toed in, carrying in her arms the baby, sound asleep.