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"I guess there's more more things in it with separate smells to 'em," she said. Captain Shad had no remark to make for a moment. Mary-'Gusta, however, was anxious to please. "They're nice smells," she hastened to add. "I like 'em; only I never smelled 'em all at the same time before. And I like the lozengers VERY much."
Well, that's an unexpected miracle; I don't know how you happened to think of it. When are you going to speak with them about it?" "Today, if they come to the funeral, as I suppose they will." "I shall be in a fidget until I know whether they say yes or no. And whichever they say I shall keep on fidgeting until I see what happens after that. Poor little Mary-'Gusta!
Zoeth hesitated. Mary-'Gusta settled the question. "Put him right down, please," she said. "He'll be better soon as he's put down. He's never traveled before and it's kind of strange to him. He'll be all right and I'll come back and let him out pretty soon. Mayn't I, Mr. Mr. Chase?" "Huh? Yes, yes, you can if you want to, I cal'late. I don't want to, that's sure."
Miss Keith hurried out. Mary-'Gusta turned her attention to the remaining visitor. "You can get up now," she said. "Some of it will tear off, anyway, and if you hurry you will have time to run home and change your your clothes." Crawford was evidently much surprised, also his embarrassment was not lessened; but he rose. "Then then you knew?" he stammered. "Of course I knew.
"You're sure?" "Ye-yes, sir." "All right. Then you set down on the sofa and keep still. You mustn't make any noise. The folks are comin' now. Set right down on the sofy, that's a good girl!" So back to the sofa went Mary-'Gusta, trembling with apprehension.
On the whole Mary-'Gusta was rather glad when the meals were over. She did not dislike her stepfather; he had never been rough or unkind, but she had always stood in awe of him and had felt that he regarded her as a "pesky nuisance," something to be fed and then shooed out of the way, as Mrs. Hobbs regarded David, the cat.
"Yes yes, I ain't surprised. Well, the business is done and it's settled, and it's about you." "About me? Why, Uncle Shad! How can it be about me?" "'Cause it can and it is, that's why. Mary-'Gusta, me and Zoeth have been thinkin' about you a good deal lately and we've come to the conclusion that we ain't treated you just right." "Haven't treated me right? "Yes, us.
He had a huge respect for Mrs. Wyeth, and he liked her because his beloved Mary-'Gusta liked her so well, but his liking was seasoned with awe and her no in this case was a great relief. So the following evening at six Mary and her uncle met Crawford at the Quincy House and the three dined together, after which they saw the performance of "The Music Master" at the Tremont Theater.
It was not ended, of course. Mary-'Gusta went to her room that night declaring she would not leave her uncles to attend any finishing school. They went to theirs vowing that she should. The real end came the next day when Zoeth put the subject before her in a new light by saying: "Look here, Mary-'Gusta; just listen to me a minute and think.
"Humph!" he said. "I'd hate to have her take care of me, judgin' by the way she looked just now. Say," hopefully, "do you suppose SHE was the one fixed that chair?" They heard Mrs. Hobbs on the floor above, shouting: "Mary-'Gusta! Mary-'Gusta! Where are you? Answer me this minute!" "Don't seem to be in that room she was talkin' about," grumbled Shadrach. "Tut! Tut! What a voice that is!
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