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You can see the store from the top of the hill back here. Isaiah'll show you the way. But you can 'tend to what's that cat's name? Oh, yes, David you can 'tend to David right off. Isaiah'll give the critter his breakfast, and the dolls can wait 'til noontime, can't they?" Mary-'Gusta's mind was evidently divided between inclination and duty. Duty won. "They ain't dressed yet," she said, gravely.
"I guess likely we don't, but " "But what?" "Well, we've got to realize that those kind of notions come come sort of natural to young folks Mary-'Gusta's age." "Rubbish! I don't believe that girl's got a single one of 'em in her mind." "Maybe not, but they'll be there some day. Ah, well," he added, "we mustn't be selfish, you and me, Shadrach.
It was awful; like like " she paused, evidently in search of a simile; "like sneezin' backwards," she added. "It was terrible." Isaiah laughed. "I should think 'twould be," he declared. "Sneezin' backwards! Ho, ho! That's a good one!" Mary-'Gusta's eyes were still fixed upon the apron. "Mr. I mean Cap'n Gould said you was the cook and steward," she observed.
Zoeth Hamilton as its hero, that romance contained a villain also, and the villain's name was Edgar S. Farmer. And the firm of Hall and Company, her father's firm, had a fourth and most mysterious partner who was a blackguard. The summers and winters came and went and Mary-'Gusta's birthdays came and went with them. She grew taller and more mature.
"As I told you, I like him myself. And you approve of his friendship with your niece?" The Captain rubbed his chin. "Why, yes, ma'am," he said. "I approve of that, all right, and I cal'late Zoeth would, too. Fact is, where Mary-'Gusta's concerned 'tain't nothin' BUT friendship, so fur, and I guess likely 'tain't on his part, either.
He hesitated an instant, glanced at the Captain, and then added: "I tell you what you do: you just pretend I'm your relation, a well, an uncle, that's better'n nothin'. You just call me 'Uncle Zoeth. That'll be a start, anyhow. Think you'd like to call me 'Uncle Zoeth'?" Mary-'Gusta's eyes shone. "Oh, yes!" she cried. "Then I could tell that Jimmie Bacheldor I had one relation, anyhow.
Most of Mary-'Gusta's feminine friends and acquaintances rated him "perfectly splendid" and regarded Edna Keith with envious eyes. This morning both he and the Keith girl were arrayed in the gayest of summer regalia.
Who's that young squirt Mary-'Gusta's waitin' on now? The one with the whittled-in back to his overcoat. Say, Solomon in all his glory wasn't arrayed like one of him! Must be some city feller, eh? Nobody I know." Zoeth looked at his niece and her customer. "Humph!" he said. "Guess you ain't rubbed your glasses lately, Shadrach. That's Dan Higgins." Mr.
Zoeth said nothing, but he looked at the Captain and the Captain looked at him. "She HAS money of her own, hasn't she?" inquired Mr. Keith. "I have been told she was left an independent fortune by her father." There was another interval of silence. The partners were quite aware of the general belief in Mary-'Gusta's independent fortune. They had not discouraged that belief.
Shadrach strode to the mantel, took from it a hand-lamp, lighted the lamp and with it in his hand walked from the room and ascended the stairs. Zoeth called after him, but he did not answer. He entered Mary-'Gusta's room. The child was in bed, the dolls beside her. She was not asleep, however.
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