"This is as near as we can go," Jerry said presently. The three were rowed across shallow water and found themselves slowly following on foot the partly obliterated road they knew so well. A turn of the road brought the bungalow into view. There the little house stood, again high above the flood, though the garden was a drenched waste, and a shallow sheet of water still lay across the pathway. The sinking sun struck dazzling lights from all the windows; no living thing was in sight. A terrible stillness held the place! To the gate they went and across the pool. Then Jerry laid a restraining hand on his wife's arm. "Yes'm. You'd 'a' better wait here," said young Rogers, speaking for the first time. "Belle wouldn't 'a' stayed, you may be sure. We'll just take a look." They were not ten feet from the house, now--hesitating, sick with dread. Suddenly on the still air there was borne a sound that stopped them where they stood. It was a voice--Belle's voice--tired and somewhat low, but unmistakably Belle's: "Then i'll go home, my crown to wear; for there's a crown for me--" "Belle!" screamed Molly. Somehow she had mounted the steps, crossed the porch, and was at the kitchen door. Belle and Timothy were in the kitchen--Timothy's little bib tied about his neck, Timothy's little person securely strapped in his high chair, and Timothy's blue bowl, full of some miraculously preserved cereal, before him. Belle was seated--her arms resting heavily and wearily upon his tray, her dress stained to the armpits, her face colorless and marked by dark lines. She turned and sprang up at the sound of voices and feet, and had only time for a weak smile before she fell quite senseless to the floor. Timmy waved a welcoming spoon, and shouted lustily: "Dere's my muddy!" Presently Belle was resting her head upon Joe's big shoulder, and laughing and crying over the horrors of the night. Timothy was in his mother's arms, but Molly had a hand free for Belle's hand and did not let it go through all the hour that followed. Her arms might tighten about the delicious little form, her lips brush the tumbled little head--but her eyes were all for Belle. "It wasn't so fierce," said Belle. "The water went highest at one; and we went to the porch and thought we'd have to swim for it--didn't we, Timmy? But it stayed still a long time, and it wasn't raining, and I came in and set Timmy on the mantel--my arms were so tired. It's real lucky we have a mantel, isn't it?" "You stood, and held Tim on the mantel: that was it?" asked Jerry.