later, her hair in a tangle, her arms and neck sunburned.
âWhat a day!â cried Elizabeth. âOh, those soggy sandwiches! That oily lemonade! Mrs. Herkimer talking about the glory of simple food. The tomatoes must have been sliced with a comb. When we got to this little island, it was rocks and a couple of runty pines and a tiny cove. Mr. Herkimer was mixed up about the tides, and he took this tremendous leap over the side and landed in about two inches of water.
âI thought he was supposed to be the quiet one in that family. He turned into the monster captain ⦠he never stopped shouting ordersââShift! Duck! Sit up!â And if Aaron wiggled his finger, they all started screaming at him. Just before we anchored at Little Bear, Aaron yelled, âIâm getting off this horrible ship!â and they threw themselves at him so we nearly keeled over. When we got back, Mrs. Herkimer said she hoped Iâd enjoyed a day of family sailing. Then Deirdre said, âDonât thank her. It will only encourage her.ââ
âI knew I had good reasons for staying home,â Gran said, laughing.
âBut in a way, it was wonderful,â Elizabeth said. âI had a wonderful time.â
âLife is strange.â
âLike the Herkimers.â
âI guess so. Iâm going to make a cheese rarebit for supper, and while Iâm doing that, I think you ought to write home. I noticed a pile of letters from your mother on the table.â
Elizabeth glanced at them. They were filled with the astonishing news that Stephen Lindsay could hold his head up without wobbling, and that he really smiled.
She made a little space for herself at Granâs worktable among the brushes and pencils and tubes of paint.
She wrote briefly that she had gone for a sail with Granâs neighbors. Then, for the first time in a letter home, she mentioned Aaron. âHeâs a thin, little boy with eyes like a pandaâs. He says whatever he thinks.â Elizabeth realized she was smiling as she wrote these words.
When she was finished, she looked up to see Gran watching her intently. Had she been looking at her all the time she was writing her letter? She turned her face away from Gran as though from too bright a light.
But Gran said, in a matter-of-fact voice, âCome to supper.â
When Elizabeth had sat down, Gran held up her hands. âThe weatherâs changing. I can feel it in my thumbs.â
âIâm sorry I said thatâin the morningâabout being sent away,â Elizabeth said.
âYou said what you thought,â Gran said.
The next morning, Elizabeth awoke to the sound of a heavy rain pounding on the roof. Gran had made a fire in the little hearth. The cottage felt deliciously warm and safe. Gran produced slickers for them to put on when they wanted to go to the outhouse.
After lunch, the rain stopped. By then, Elizabeth had made a start on To Kill a Mockingbird. It was a sleepy day. Gran worked on her drawing of El Sueño .
Toward the end of the afternoon, Elizabeth glanced at the windows.
âLook at the fog! You canât see outside,â she said.
A few minutes later, she heard muffled voices. There was loud knocking on the door.
Gran went to open it. The Herkimers stood on the threshold, their faces glistening with moisture.
âIs Aaron here?â cried Mrs. Herkimer, looking frantically into the room.
âWe canât find him,â Mr. Herkimer said grimly.
Behind them, Elizabeth glimpsed Deirdre, her shoulders bent as though sheâd been struck across them.
9
The Herkimers huddled together in the middle of the room, and the posts that had suggested trees or columns to Elizabeth now looked like the stout wooden bars of a cage. Fog swirled through the open door. Grace, her tail down, shot up the staircase.
âHas he been here?â Mrs. Herkimerâs voice trembled as she asked this question, and her breathing
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