CHAPTER IX

CLEWS As soon as breakfast was over, Ruth and Aunt Alvirah turned their attention to cleaning up the kitchen. Although Ruth was tired from lack of sleep, she flew at the work with energy. The miller put on his rubber boots and set out to investigate the extent of the damage from the flood of the night. The sun had come out brightly and the day promised to be a beautiful one. It seemed almost unbelievable that the ordeal of the night had been anything but a nightmare. “This is hard on your uncle,” Aunt Alvirah said …