stood there, a flicker of color soared up its length; then fixed and flattened, showing a red square with a black center.
"My Gawd!" she called over her shoulder. "It's de trut'. Dat's de hurricane signal on top de custom-house."
Bess came from her room, and stood close to the terrified woman.
"Dat can't be so," she said comfortingly. "Ain't yuh 'member de las' hurricane, how it tek two day tuh blow up. Now de sun out bright, an' de cloud all gone."
But Clara gave no sign of having heard her.
"Come on in!" urged Bess. "Ef yuh don't start tuh git yuh dinner, yuh won't hab nuttin' ready fuh de mens w'en dey gits in."
After a moment the idea penetrated, and the half-dazed woman turned toward Bess, her eyes pleading.
"You come wid me, an' talk a lot. I ain't likes tuh be all alone now."
"Sho' I will," replied the other comfortingly. "I min' de baby fuh yuh, an' yuh kin be gittin' de dinner."
Clara's face quivered; but she turned from the sight of the far red flag and opened her door for Bess to pass in.
After the two women had remained together for half an hour, Bess left the room
