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Updated: June 11, 2025
And yet, if one had investigated the contents of the small drawer of Mary-'Gusta's bureau, where she kept her most intimate treasures, the mystery of its disappearance might have been solved. It was the only epistle of its kind the girl had yet received; and, after all, good-looking young college men are what they are. And Mary-'Gusta, in spite of her queerness, was feminine and human.
The surrey was shrouded from top to floor with a dust cover of unbleached muslin through which the sunshine from the carriage room windows filtered in a mysterious, softened twilight. The covered surrey was a favorite retreat of Mary-'Gusta's. She had discovered it herself which made it doubly alluring, of course and she seldom invited her juvenile friends to share its curtained privacy with her.
Well, I happened to be here at the time. It was rather interesting." He told of Mary-'Gusta's session with Mr. Kron. The partners listened with growing indignation. "Well, by the jumpin'!" exclaimed Captain Shad. "Did you ever hear such brassy talk in your life! I wish to thunder I'd been here.
That summer the summer preceding Mary-'Gusta's fifteenth birthday was the liveliest South Harniss had known. The village was beginning to feel the first symptoms of its later boom as a summer resort. A number of cottages had been built for people from Boston and New York and Chicago, and there was talk of a new hotel.
"Say," said one of these gentlemen, after a lengthy session during which his attempts to work off several "stickers" had been frustrated by Mary-'Gusta's common sense and discernment "Say, that girl of yours is a wonder, do you know it? She's the sharpest buyer I ever run across on my trips down here.
His principal reason for non-belief in Mary-'Gusta's acceptance was his knowledge of his wife's lack of tact. The girl did not consider herself, nor was she, a subject of charity. And the position of combination friend and servant would not appeal to her. John Keith had an idea of his own concerning Mary-'Gusta, but it could wait until his wife's had failed. It failed, of course, and Mrs.
Mary-'Gusta asked no more questions of that kind, but her conviction that Heaven Mrs. Hobbs' Heaven was a good place for housekeepers and grown-ups but a poor one for children was strengthened. They entered the house by the kitchen door and ascended the back stairs to Mary-'Gusta's room. The shades in all the rooms were drawn and the house was dark and gloomy.
Mary-'Gusta stared at the house. As she stared the back door was thrown open and a tall, thin man came out. He was in his shirtsleeves, his arms were bare to the elbow, and to Mary-'Gusta's astonishment he wore an apron, a gingham apron similar to those worn by Mrs. Hobbs when at work in the kitchen. "Ahoy, there, Isaiah!" hailed the Captain. "Here we are."
"I don't know as I know what a steward is, exactly. Is it the one that stews things?" "Ha, ha!" roared Isaiah. Mary-'Gusta's dignity was hurt. The color rose in her cheeks. "Was it funny?" she asked. "I didn't know. I know that a cook cooked things, and a baker baked things, so I thought maybe a steward stewed 'em." Mr. Chase continued to chuckle. The girl considered.
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