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Jane
rose
to
the
occasion
.
Cloth
of
gold
for
coverlet
there
was
none
,
but
an
old
piano
scarf
of
yellow
Japanese
crepe
was
an
excellent
substitute
.
A
white
lily
was
not
obtainable
just
then
,
but
the
effect
of
a
tall
blue
iris
placed
in
one
of
Anne
’
s
folded
hands
was
all
that
could
be
desired
.
“
Now
,
she
’
s
all
ready
,
”
said
Jane
.
“
We
must
kiss
her
quiet
brows
and
,
Diana
,
you
say
,
‘
Sister
,
farewell
forever
,
’
and
Ruby
,
you
say
,
‘
Farewell
,
sweet
sister
,
’
both
of
you
as
sorrowfully
as
you
possibly
can
.
Anne
,
for
goodness
sake
smile
a
little
.
You
know
Elaine
‘
lay
as
though
she
smiled
.
’
That
’
s
better
.
Now
push
the
flat
off
.
”
The
flat
was
accordingly
pushed
off
,
scraping
roughly
over
an
old
embedded
stake
in
the
process
.
Diana
and
Jane
and
Ruby
only
waited
long
enough
to
see
it
caught
in
the
current
and
headed
for
the
bridge
before
scampering
up
through
the
woods
,
across
the
road
,
and
down
to
the
lower
headland
where
,
as
Lancelot
and
Guinevere
and
the
King
,
they
were
to
be
in
readiness
to
receive
the
lily
maid
.
For
a
few
minutes
Anne
,
drifting
slowly
down
,
enjoyed
the
romance
of
her
situation
to
the
full
.
Then
something
happened
not
at
all
romantic
.
The
flat
began
to
leak
.
In
a
very
few
moments
it
was
necessary
for
Elaine
to
scramble
to
her
feet
,
pick
up
her
cloth
of
gold
coverlet
and
pall
of
blackest
samite
and
gaze
blankly
at
a
big
crack
in
the
bottom
of
her
barge
through
which
the
water
was
literally
pouring
.
That
sharp
stake
at
the
landing
had
torn
off
the
strip
of
batting
nailed
on
the
flat
.
Anne
did
not
know
this
,
but
it
did
not
take
her
long
to
realize
that
she
was
in
a
dangerous
plight
.
At
this
rate
the
flat
would
fill
and
sink
long
before
it
could
drift
to
the
lower
headland
.
Where
were
the
oars
?
Left
behind
at
the
landing
!
Anne
gave
one
gasping
little
scream
which
nobody
ever
heard
;
she
was
white
to
the
lips
,
but
she
did
not
lose
her
self
-
possession
.
There
was
one
chance
—
just
one
.
“
I
was
horribly
frightened
,
”
she
told
Mrs
.
Allan
the
next
day
,
“
and
it
seemed
like
years
while
the
flat
was
drifting
down
to
the
bridge
and
the
water
rising
in
it
every
moment
.
I
prayed
,
Mrs
.
Allan
,
most
earnestly
,
but
I
didn
’
t
shut
my
eyes
to
pray
,
for
I
knew
the
only
way
God
could
save
me
was
to
let
the
flat
float
close
enough
to
one
of
the
bridge
piles
for
me
to
climb
up
on
it
.
You
know
the
piles
are
just
old
tree
trunks
and
there
are
lots
of
knots
and
old
branch
stubs
on
them
.
It
was
proper
to
pray
,
but
I
had
to
do
my
part
by
watching
out
and
right
well
I
knew
it
.
I
just
said
,
‘
Dear
God
,
please
take
the
flat
close
to
a
pile
and
I
’
ll
do
the
rest
,
’
over
and
over
again
.
Under
such
circumstances
you
don
’
t
think
much
about
making
a
flowery
prayer
.
But
mine
was
answered
,
for
the
flat
bumped
right
into
a
pile
for
a
minute
and
I
flung
the
scarf
and
the
shawl
over
my
shoulder
and
scrambled
up
on
a
big
providential
stub
.
And
there
I
was
,
Mrs
.
Allan
,
clinging
to
that
slippery
old
pile
with
no
way
of
getting
up
or
down
.
It
was
a
very
unromantic
position
,
but
I
didn
’
t
think
about
that
at
the
time
.
You
don
’
t
think
much
about
romance
when
you
have
just
escaped
from
a
watery
grave
.
I
said
a
grateful
prayer
at
once
and
then
I
gave
all
my
attention
to
holding
on
tight
,
for
I
knew
I
should
probably
have
to
depend
on
human
aid
to
get
back
to
dry
land
.
”
The
flat
drifted
under
the
bridge
and
then
promptly
sank
in
midstream
.
Ruby
,
Jane
,
and
Diana
,
already
awaiting
it
on
the
lower
headland
,
saw
it
disappear
before
their
very
eyes
and
had
not
a
doubt
but
that
Anne
had
gone
down
with
it
.
For
a
moment
they
stood
still
,
white
as
sheets
,
frozen
with
horror
at
the
tragedy
;
then
,
shrieking
at
the
tops
of
their
voices
,
they
started
on
a
frantic
run
up
through
the
woods
,
never
pausing
as
they
crossed
the
main
road
to
glance
the
way
of
the
bridge
.
Anne
,
clinging
desperately
to
her
precarious
foothold
,
saw
their
flying
forms
and
heard
their
shrieks
.
Help
would
soon
come
,
but
meanwhile
her
position
was
a
very
uncomfortable
one
.
The
minutes
passed
by
,
each
seeming
an
hour
to
the
unfortunate
lily
maid
.
Why
didn
’
t
somebody
come
?
Where
had
the
girls
gone
?
Suppose
they
had
fainted
,
one
and
all
!
Suppose
nobody
ever
came
!
Suppose
she
grew
so
tired
and
cramped
that
she
could
hold
on
no
longer
!
Anne
looked
at
the
wicked
green
depths
below
her
,
wavering
with
long
,
oily
shadows
,
and
shivered
.
Her
imagination
began
to
suggest
all
manner
of
gruesome
possibilities
to
her
.
