he asked apologetically. âI need just a minute to talk with Mother again, and then Iâll be out for breakfast.â Once more he went into the bedroom.
By the time he reappeared, the boys had arrived for breakfast too. âMother says sheâll stay in bed,â Father informed the family as they all took their places at the table.
Lydia stared at the egg on her plate. Somehow she didnât feel very hungry knowing Mother was in bed too sick to eat.
âDr. Crawford says Mother needs to have an operation on her ear,â Father told them. âIf she doesnât, she might lose her hearing in that ear.â
âWill she have to go to the hospital?â Polly asked in alarm.
âYes. To Denver. Today, if possible,â answered Father.
âHow will she get there?â Jake asked.
âBy train. Dr. Crawford has gone to see a few more patients up the road, and on the way back, he will pick up Mother and take her to the train station,â Father explained.
âWonât you go along?â asked Lisbet.
Father looked troubled. âI would like to, of course, but Mother may need to be gone for a week.â He cleared his throat. âMother thinks I should stay here with you.â He paused again. âI donât want to scare anyone, but Gregory Higgins told me yesterday that thereâs a big danger of prairie fires these days. The dead grass becomes very dry and brittle when thereâs no snow. All it takes is a spark from a passing train. There was a big fire north of here last week. So now you know why Mother wants me to stay. Dr. Crawford will stop at the Millers to see if Catherine can go with Mother to the hospital.â
Catherine. That was Veronicaâs mother. Lydiaâs mind was whirling as she tried to take it all in. Mother was going to the hospital. Prairie fires. A multitude of questions tumbled through her mind. âBut what should we do if thereâs a prairie fire?â she asked tremulously.
âI am planning to plow a firebreak today,â Father told her kindly.
Polly spoke up. âI remember the prairie fire we had in North Dakota. The firebreak you plowed saved our house.â
âBut can you plow in winter?â Jake asked.
âThat may be a problem,â Father said, acknowledging his sonâs concern. âEven though itâs not terribly cold, the ground is partly frozen. The other thing we can doâif thereâs a fireâis to burn toward it. We can start a fire of our own, you know, well away from the buildings, and burn off all the grass so the fire has nothing to feed on.â
âIf thatâs necessary, then Iâm certainly glad that you will stay here,â Jake said. âI wouldnât know how to control a fire thatâs meant to stop another fire.â
âI hope it wonât be needed,â said Father. âOh, hereâs the doctor back already. Iâll go help Mother get ready.â
Lydia slipped over to the window. âCatherine is in the doctorâs car. She certainly got ready on short notice.â
Soon Mother emerged from the bedroom wearing her bonnet and shawl. How pale and drawn her face looked! And her eyes were glazed with pain. âWell, girls, I know youâll be okay while Iâm gone,â she said, trying to smile. âThis will be good practice for you, Polly, to keep house without me.â
The wedding! In all the excitement, Lydia had forgotten about the wedding. Sam and Pollyâs wedding was to be in a month from now. âI hope you get better soon,â Lydia called after Mother.
The house was a desolate place without Mother. Lydia wandered around, not knowing what to do and wishing she could go to school. The land agent had promised that a school would be started in the neighborhood, but that was not to be until next fall. In the meantime Grandma Kanagy held some reading and arithmetic classes once a week for the children of