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"Here are the things you bought. Now go out of the back door and cut across the fields. It's the shortest way home." Mr. Smith took his various parcels, including the six boxes of marshmallows which Mary-'Gusta produced from beneath the counter. "I thought you said these were stale," he observed, wonderingly. "I said they weren't real fresh, but they're fresh enough for a toast.
"Her name isn't Elizabeth Eliza," giggled Miss Keith. "Isn't he awful, Mary-'Gusta! You mustn't mind him." "I don't," said Mary-'Gusta, promptly. "What else do you want?" Crawford consulted the list. "The next item," he said, "appears to be a er certain kind of ham. I blush to mention it, but I must. It is deviled ham. Have you that kind of ham, Mary-'Gusta?"
Just how it drifted to Mary-'Gusta and her future neither of the partners could have told however, drift there it did, and they found themselves chanting her praises to their caller, who seemed much interested. "She is a remarkably capable girl," observed Mr. Keith. "And before we realize it she will be a young woman.
I'll patronize your precious Mary-'Gusta, but I WON'T associate with her. You needn't ask that." "Don't you think we might wait until she asks it first?" "Tut! tut! Really, John, you disgust me. I wonder you don't order Sam to marry her." "From what Clara writes he might not have needed any orders if he had received the least encouragement from her. Sam might do worse; I imagine he probably will."
"On the very day of her father's funeral," he muttered. "Can't I have any supper?" begged Mary-'Gusta. "I'm awful hungry; I didn't want much dinner." Zoeth nodded. His tone, when he spoke, was not so mild as was usual with him. "You shall have your supper," he said. "And and must I go to the orphans' home?" No one answered at once.
I I want to ask you somethin'. I want you to do somethin' for me, will you?" "Sartin sure I will. What is it?" Mary-'Gusta glanced at Isaiah's face. "I'd I'd rather tell you, just you alone," she said. "Please come into the sittin'-room." She tugged at his hand. Much puzzled, he followed her through the dining-room and into the sitting-room. "Well, Mary-'Gusta," he said, kindly, "now what is it?
If that kitchen chair had been the never-to-be-forgotten piece of furniture with the music box beneath it and that box had started to play, Isaiah could not have risen more promptly. He literally jumped to his feet and the paper flew from his hands. He whirled upon the questioner. "What?" he demanded. "What's that you said?" He was pale, actually pale. Mary-'Gusta was frightened.
Mary-'Gusta wondered, too, but she would have wondered more had she known what that coming summer was to mean to her. The morning after the theater party Captain Shadrach called to say good-by to Mrs. Wyeth. That lady asked some questions and listened with interest and approval to his report concerning Crawford Smith. "I'm glad you were so favorably impressed with the boy," she said.
Come on, I tell you." Con reluctantly rejoined his parent and the pair departed, muttering threats. Mary-'Gusta, the tears running down her cheeks, ran home to find David and plead with Mr. Chase for her pet's safety and protection from its persecutors. But Isaiah had gone up to the store on an errand. David, however, was crouching, a trembling heap, under the kitchen stove.
But say, if every woman was like her there wouldn't be many sewin' circles, would there? The average sewin' circle meetin' is one part sew and three parts what So-and-so said." When the little mite of business had been transacted and the pair returned to the Wyeth house they found Mrs. Wyeth and Mary-'Gusta awaiting them in the parlor.
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