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If they want to see me they can call on me here. I'm going up to the store with you and Uncle Zoeth. I want to help sell those Christmas goods of ours." The partners looked at each other. Even Zoeth was moved to protest. "Now, Mary-'Gusta," he said, "it ain't likely that your Uncle Shadrach and I are goin' to let you sell goods in that store. We won't hear of it, will we, Shadrach?"
Captain Shadrach was inclined to be angry, but, although he would not have admitted it, he realized the truth of this frank statement. Mary-'Gusta was pretty, she was more than that, and the line was already forming. Jimmie Bacheldor had long ago ceased to be a competitor; that friendship had ended abruptly at the time of David's narrow escape; but there were others, plenty of them.
"Oh, it has, eh? Why?" "'Cause 'cause Ask him if he's sure?" Again Abner did not wait. "Course I'm sure," he replied. "I told Isaiah Chase yes, and I told that young-one, too that I looked at the clock just afore I looked out of the window and see the critter in the very act. Yes, and Con see him too." Mary-'Gusta stamped her foot in triumph. "Then it wasn't David," she said.
An angel yes, sir-ee! one of them cherrybins out of the Bible, that's what she is. And to think it's our Mary-'Gusta! Say, Cap'n Shad, will checkered pants be all right to wear with my blue coat tomorrow? I burnt a hole in my lavender ones tryin' to press the wrinkles out of 'em. And I went down to the wharf in 'em last Sunday and they smell consider'ble of fish, besides."
"It's a real pretty one, I think," she said. "Shall we put it on, Mr. Chase?" "No, no, course not. That's the best tablecloth. Don't use that only when there's company or Sundays." Mary-'Gusta considered. She counted on her fingers. "How long have we used this dirty one?" she asked. "Eh? Oh, I don't know. Four or five days, maybe."
I was only jokin'. But I wouldn't ask Mary-'Gusta about that, if I was you. Course I know she cares as much or more for her Uncle Zoeth than for anybody on earth, and she'd tell him anything if he asked her; but I don't believe Well, I wouldn't ask, if I was you. You understand?" "Yes, yes, Shadrach, I think I understand.
Your new silent partner is going to begin to boss you." For the first time since he entered the door of his store that night or morning Shadrach smiled. It wasn't a broad smile nor a very gay one, but it was a smile. "Um ya-as," he drawled. "I want to know, Mary-'Gusta! I am gettin' some along in years, but my memory ain't failed much.
And say, you what's your name Mary-'Gusta, if you get tired of workin' for Shad Gould and Zoeth Hamilton, come round and see me. I've got I mean my wife's got two or three mortgages that's behind on the interest. I ain't been able to collect it for her yet, but but, by time, I believe YOU could!" He went out and the next moment Mary was almost smothered in her uncle's embrace.
Look here, now; be honest; hadn't you rather go to walk with me than go to that meetin'-house?" "Yes, sir," frankly; "I'd rather." "Oh, you had, eh? But all the same you want us to give up our walk and go to church every Sunday just to please Zoeth. Is that it?" Mary-'Gusta took his hand. "No, sir," she said shyly, "but I thought perhaps we could divide up.
I don't feel as if I could answer. Don't ask me." "There, there, dearie; don't you answer nothin'. You set still here and be my baby. I ain't had a chance to baby you for a long spell and it seems good." Silence. Suddenly the Captain felt the head which nestled against his shoulder stir. "Uncle Shadrach," said Mary-'Gusta, "what do you do when you want to forget?" "Eh? Want to forget?
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