Part 9 (1/2)

”Arrest 'em? No. What for?” asked the officer, with a smile, as he splashed, with his rubber boots, into the puddle of water on the tenement floor. ”They haven't done anything, and you haven't done anything to be arrested for, have you?”

Jeff looked at the White China Cat, but did not answer.

”I'll just carry these youngsters out to the wagon, and then come back for more,” the policeman went on. ”You'll all be kept safe in the station house, or some place, until the river goes down.”

Jeff breathed easier. He was afraid it had been found out that he took the China Cat. He darted quickly back into his bedroom and began putting on his shoes. That was all he had taken off when he curled up to go to sleep. He had only a few clothes, and he slept in them. So did most of the other children of the tenements in cold weather.

Out into the rain splashed the policeman carrying the two little colored girls. They were softly crying now, but he comforted them as best he could, and kept them dry under his coat. The rain was coming down harder than ever and the roar of the rising river was louder. When Jeff's father and mother and the other children were ready to be taken out, the water on the floor of the tenement was up to the policeman's knees.

”You'll have to hurry!” he called to the frightened family. ”We have to rescue a lot of other people. Skip out and get into the wagon and you'll be safe.”

As Jeff and the others made their way up the steps to the sidewalk they saw and heard more of the terrible storm. There was water in the streets. With the rising of the river and the rain, the streets were almost like little creeks themselves. Outside the tenement stood the police patrol wagon. As many of the poor people as possible had been crowded into it, Jeff and his folks among them.

”Are any more left in your rooms?” asked the officer who had pounded with his club on the door to awaken the sleepers.

”No, we's all out,” answered Jeff's mother.

”Think I'll take a look and make sure,” said the policeman. Back through the flood he waded in his rubber boots, and down he went into the bas.e.m.e.nt where the lamp was still burning.

”Any one here?” asked the officer.

He listened, but there was no sound save the pelting of the rain, the roar of the river, and the trickle of water as it rose higher and higher in the bas.e.m.e.nt. Up on their shelf the China Cat and the Cloth Dog sat and looked down. They had not dared to speak or move while any one was in the room. But they had just begun to feel that it was time for them to do something to save themselves when the policeman came in again. Then they had to remain quiet, though they were much afraid of being drowned in the flood.

”h.e.l.lo!” suddenly exclaimed the police officer as he saw the China Cat.

”Seems to me I know you! I remember about you! I wonder how you got here? You were among the toys taken from Mr. Mugg's shop during the fire. Well! Well! To think of finding you here, Miss China Cat! I shouldn't be surprised but what that oldest colored boy might know something about you. But I'll take you along, and hand you back to Mr.

Mugg, where you belong.”

With that the policeman reached up, lifted down the China Cat, and thrust her into an inside pocket, where his rubber coat would keep her nice and dry.

”Though if he only knew it,” thought the China Cat, ”I'd just as soon be rained on a little, to clean me off. Oh, but I am so dirty!”

However, the policeman did not stop to think that perhaps the Cat might like to be cleaned. In fact, he did not think she had any feelings at all, for it was a long while since he had been little enough to play with toys and enjoy make believe games.

Into his pocket went the China Cat. Then the policeman looked at the Cloth Dog on the shelf.

”You never came from the toy shop, that's certain,” said the officer.

”No use taking you!”

So he left the poor Cloth Dog, without any tail, alone on the kitchen shelf, but he took the China Cat away with him in his pocket, the policeman did.

Out into the rain-soaked street the officer made his way once more.

”n.o.body left in here, Jim,” he called to the other officer on the police wagon. ”Get those people to the station, and then come back. There's a lot more who will have to be rescued this night. It's going to be a bad flood.”

And so it was, though the China Cat saw little of it, for she was safe and snug in the officer's pocket. It was black and dark in there, but it was warm, though a bit smothery. And it was clean, which the China Cat liked best of all.

”Though I am very dirty myself,” she said. ”I hope I get somewhere so I can wash.”