Through the Deep Waters
“Ruthie rolled over and, her eyes too blurry from sleep to focus, pawed for the little switch below the clock’s round face that would silence the thing. Before she found it, a pair of hands reached in and lifted the clock. Moments later blessed peace fell in the room.Ruthie flopped back on her pillow, then rubbed her eyes and groaned. “How can something so pretty be such a nuisance?” She’d admired the gold-plated clock with the face of an owl carved onto its front when she moved into this room, declaring Seth Thomas made the prettiest clocks in the whole United States. But the sound it made was far from pretty. Especially when she was still so tired from yesterday’s rug beating. The persistent ache in her shoulders had kept her awake last night, and her normally cheerful outlook had departed with the lack of slumber.“I don’t know.” Dinah sounded grim. “But you’d better get up. It’s Tuesday.”Ruthie groaned again.“No sense complaining. The ladies will come out in droves, like they always... do, to take their turn in the bathing room.”Ruthie forced her eyelids to open, and she scowled at Dinah, who was already dressed and stood at the mirror, coiling her thick braid into its heavy knot.MoreLess
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