Abel's wife had no question in her inmost heart of its utter blessedness at his return, but her grief at his loss had never healed. For that resolute feminine soul, which had fought on in spite of it, her husband had died anew every morning of those fourteen years when she awoke to consciousness of life; but it was different with his children. For both of them the old wounds had closed; it was now like tearing them asunder, for it is often necessary to revive an old pain to fully appreciate a present joy. Had Jerome and Elmira been older at the time of their father's disappearance, it would have been otherwise, but as it was, their old love for him had been obliterated, not merely by time and absence, but growth. It was practically impossible, though they would not have owned it to themselves, for them to love their father, when he first returned, as they had used. They were painfully anxious to be utterly faithful, and had an odd sort of tender but imaginative pity towards him, but they could grasp no more. Both of them hesitated when they said father; every time they returned home and found him there it was with a sensation of surprise. Three days after Abel Edwards's return came one of the severest rain-storms ever known in Upham. The storm began before light; when people first looked out in the morning their windows were glazed with streaming wet, but it did not reach its full fury until eleven o'clock. Then the rain fell in green and hissing sheets. "Gorry," Martin Cheeseman said, looking out of the mill door, which seemed to open into a solid wall of water, "looks as if the great deep was turned upsidedown overhead. If it keeps on this way long there'll be mischief." "Think there'll be danger to the mill?" Jerome asked, quickly. "No, I guess not, it's built strong; but I wouldn't resk the solid airth long under Niagry. Where you goin'?" "Down to Robinson's store. I want to get something." "Well, I should think you were half-witted to go out in this soak if you could keep a roof over your head," cried Cheeseman, but Jerome was gone. He bought strong rope at Robinson's store, and before night the mill was anchored to some stout trees and one great granite bowlder. Cheeseman helped grumblingly. "I shall get laid up with rheumatiz out of it," he said; "an' this rain can't keep on, it ain't in natur', out of the Old Testament." But the rain continued all that day and night, and the next day, with almost unremitting fury. At times it seemed more than rain--there were liquid shafts reaching from earth to sky. By noon of the second day, half the cellars in the village were flooded; coops floated in slatted wrecks over fields; the roads were knee-deep in certain places; the horses drew back--it was like fording a stream. People began to be alarmed.