There is a great overflow of the
rivers."
The autocrat felt for her whip in its accustomed place, and armed
herself with it.
"Pardon us for disturbing you, tante-gra'mere," said her grand-nephew,
"but I am obliged to carry you into the attic."
"Is the sun up?" cried the little voice.
"The water is, madame," answered Peggy.
"If you wait for the sun, tante-gra'mere," urged her grand-nephew's
wife, "you will drown here."
"Do you tell me I will drown in my own bed? I will not drown. Where is
Wachique?"
"She is carrying your chairs into the attic, tante-gra'mere."
"My chairs gone to the attic in my lifetime? And who has claimed my
dower chest and my linen?"
"All your things are safely removed except this bedstead, madame,"
declared Angelique's mother. "They were set down more carefully than my
china."
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Only a few hours, tante-gra'mere. It is early in the night."
Her withered face was quite wrathful.
"The water is all over the floor, madame.
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