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  swanIcanhardlymakeitseempossiblethathe’sgone!“
  “NeithercanI,Shadrach。Andtothinkthatyouandme,hisoldpartnersandlifelongchumsasyoumightsay,hadn’tseennorspokentohimforovertwoyears。Itmakesmefeelbad。Badandsortofconscience-struck。“
  “Iknow;soitdoesme,inaway。Andyetitwasn’tourfault,Zoeth。YouknowaswellasIdothatMarcellusdidn’twanttoseeus。Wewasovertoseehimlastandhescarcelysaidawordwhilewewasthere。Youandmedidallthetalkin’andhejustsetandlookedatus——whenhewasn’tlookin’atthefloor。Ineversawsuchachangeinaman。Weasked——yes,byfire,wefairlybeggedhimtocomeandstaywithusforaspell,butheneverdid。Nowitain’tnofurtherfromOstabletoSouthHarnissthanitisfromSouthHarnisstoOstable。Ifhe’dwantedtocomehecould;ifhe’dwantedtoseeushecould。Wewenttoseehim,didn’twe;andWEhadastoreandabusinesstoleave。Heain’thadanybusinesssincehegiveupgoin’tosea。He——“
  “Sshh!Shh!“interruptedMr。Hamilton,mildly,“don’ttalkthatway,Shadrach。Don’tfindfaultwiththedead。“
  “Findfault!Iain’tfindin’fault。IthoughtasmuchofMarcellusHallasanymanonearth,andnobodyfeelsworseabouthisbein’
  tookthanIdo。ButI’mjustsayin’whatwebothknow’safact。Hedidn’twanttoseeus;hedidn’twanttoseenobody。Sincehiswifediedhelivedaloneinthathouse,exceptforahousekeeperandthatstepchild,andneverwentanywhereorhadanybodycometoseehimifhecouldhelpit。Areg’larhermit——that’swhathewas,ahermit,likePelegMyrickdowntoSetuckitP’int。AndwhenIthinkwhatheusedtobe,smart,lively,able,oneofthebestskippersandsmartestbusinessmenafloatorashore,itdon’tseempossibleabodycouldchangeso。’Twasthatwomanthatdoneit,thatwomanthattrappedhimintogettin’married。“
  “Sshh!Shh!Shadrach;she’sdead,too。And,besides,Iguessshewasarealgoodwoman;everybodysaidshewas。“
  “Iain’tsayin’shewasn’t,amI?WhatIsayisshehadn’tnobusinessmarryin’amantwentyyearsolder’nshewas。“
  “But,“mildly,“yousaidshetrappedhim。Nowwedon’tknow——“
  “ZoethHamilton,youknowshemusthavetrappedhim。YouandI
  agreedthatwasjustwhatshedone。Ifshehadn’ttrappedhim——setareg’larseineforhimandhauledhimaboardlikeaschoolofmackerel——’tain’tlikelyhe’dhavemarriedheroranybodyelse,isit?Iain’tmarriednobody,haveI?AndMarcelluswasyearsolder’nIbe。“
  “Well,well,Shadrach!“
  “No,’tain’twell;it’sbad。He’sgone,and——andyouandmethatwaswithhimforyearsandyears,hisverybestfriendsonearthasyoumightsay,wasn’twithhimwhenhedied。Ifithadn’tbeenforherhe’dhavestayedinSouthHarnisswherehebelonged。Consarnwomen!They’reresponsibleformorecussednessthanthesmallpox。
  ’Whenamanmarrieshistroublebegins’;that’sgospel,too。“
  Zoethdidnotanswer。
  CaptainGould,afterasidelongglanceathiscompanion,tookahandfromthereinsandlaiditontheHamiltonknee。
  “I’msorry,Zoeth,“hesaid,contritely;“Ididn’tmeanto——torakeupbygones;Iwasblowin’offsteam,that’sall。I’msorry。“
  “Iknow,Shadrach。It’sallright。“
  “No,’tain’tallright;it’sallwrong。Somebodyoughttokeepawatchonme,andwhentheyseemebeginnin’togethot,setmeonthebackofthestoveorsomewheres;I’malwaysliabletobileoverandscaldthewrongcritter。I’vedonethatallmylife。I’msorry,Zoeth,youknowIdidn’tmean——“
  “Iknow,Iknow。Ahhum!PoorMarcellus!Here’sthefirstbreakintheoldfirm,Shadrach。“
  “Yup。Youandmeareallthat’sleftofHallandCompany。Thatis——“
  Hestoppedshortjustintimeandroareda“Gitdap“atthehorse。
  Hehadbeenonthepointofsayingsomethingwhichwouldhavebeenfarmoredisastrousthanhisreferencetothetroublesfollowingmarriage。Zoethwasapparentlynotcurious。Tohisfriend’sgreatreliefhedidnotwaitforthesentencetobefinished,nordidheaskembarrassingquestions。Insteadhesaid:
  “Iwonderwhat’sgoin’tobecomeofthatchild,MaryLathrop’sgirl。
  Whodoyousupposelikelywilltakechargeofher?“
  “Idon’tknow。I’vebeenwonderin’thatmyself,Zoeth。“
  “Kindofacutelittlething,shewas,too,asIrecollecther。I
  presumelikelyshe’sgrownupconsid’blesince。YourememberhowshesetandlookedatusthatlasttimewewasovertoseeMarcellus,Shadrach?“
  “Remember?HowshelookedatME,youmean!ShallIeverforgetit?
  I’djusthadmyhaircutbythatnewbarber,SimEllis,thatlivedhere’longaboutthen,andItoldhimtocutofftheends。HethoughtImeanttheotherends,Ical’late,forIwenttosleepinthechair,sameasIgenerallydo,andwhenIwokeupmyheadlookedlikethemaintruckoftheoldFaraway。Allitneededwastohavethebaldplacegilded。IgiveyoumywordthatifIhadn’tbeenbornwithmyearssetwingandwinglikeaschoonerrunnin’aforethewindI’dhavebeensmotheredwhenIputmyhaton——nothin’butthemearskeptitproppedupoffmynose。YOUrememberthathaircut,Zoeth。Well,allthetimeyouandmewasinMarcellus’ssettin’-roomthatstepchildofhisjustsetandlookedatmyhead。
  Nevertookhereyesoffit。Ifshe’dsaidanything’twouldn’thavebeensobad;butshedidn’t——justlooked。Icouldfeelmybaldspotreddenin’uptillIswantomanIthoughtitmustbebreakin’outinblisters。’Neverseeanybodythatlookedjustlikeme,didyou,Sis?’Isaystoher,whenIcouldn’tstanditanylonger。’No,sir,’shesays,solemnasanowl。Shewasrightoutandhonest,I’llsaythatforher。That’stheonlytimeMarcelluslaughedwhilewewasinsidethathouse。Ididn’tblamehimmuch。Ho,ho!Well,heain’tlaughin’nowandneitherarewe——orwehadn’toughttobe。
  Neitheristhechild,Ical’late,poorthing。Iwonderwhatwillbecomeofher。“
  Andmeanwhilethechildherselfwasvaguely,andinchildishfashion,wonderingthatverything。ShewasinthecarriageroomofthebarnbelongingtotheHallestate——ifthefewacresoflandandthebuildingsownedbythelateMarcellusmaybecalledanestate——
  curleduponthebackseatoftheoldsurreywhichhadbeenusedsolittlesincethedeathofhermother,AugustaHall,fouryearsbefore。Thesurreywasshroudedfromtoptofloorwithadustcoverofunbleachedmuslinthroughwhichthesunshinefromthecarriageroomwindowsfilteredinamysterious,softenedtwilight。ThecoveredsurreywasafavoriteretreatofMary-’Gusta’s。Shehaddiscovereditherself——whichmadeitdoublyalluring,ofcourse——andsheseldominvitedherjuvenilefriendstoshareitscurtainedprivacywithher。Itwasherplayhouse,hertent,andherenchantedcastle,muchtoosacredtobemadecommonproperty。HereshecameonrainySaturdaysandonmanydaysnotrainywhenotherchildren,thosepossessingbrothersorsisters,playedoutofdoors。Shelikedtoplaybyherself,toinventplaysallherown,andtheseotherchildren——“normalchildren,“theirparentscalledthem——weremuchtoolikelytolaughinsteadofsolemnlymakingbelieveasshedid。Mary-’Gustawasnotanormalchild;shewas“thatqueerLathropyoung-one“——hadheardherselfsodescribedmorethanonce。
  Shedidnotlikethephrase;“queer“wasnotsobad——perhapsshewasqueer——butshehadaninstinctiverepugnancetobeingcalledayoung-one。Birdsandrabbitshadyoung-onesandshewasneitherfeatherednorfurred。
  Soveryfewoftheneighborhoodchildrenwereinvitedtotheshadedinterioroftheoldsurrey。Herdolls——allfiveofthem——spentagooddealoftimethereandDavid,thetortoise-shellcat,cameoften,usuallyundercompulsion。WhenDavidhadkittens,whichinterestingdomesticeventtookplaceprettyfrequently,he——orshe——
  positivelyrefusedtobeanoccupantofthatsurrey,growlingandscratchinginadecidedlyungentlemanly——orunladylike——manner。
  TwiceMary-’GustahadattemptedtomakeDavidmorecomplacentbybringingthekittensalsotothesurrey,buttheirparenthadpromptlyandconsecutivelyseizedthembythescruffoftheirnecksandlaboriouslyluggedthemuptothehaymowagain。
  Justnow,however,therebeingnokittens,DavidwasslumberinginafurryheapbesideMary-’Gustaatoneendofthecarriageseat,andRosette,thesmallestofthefivedolls,andRose,thelargest,weresittingboltuprightinthecornerattheotherend。Thechristeningofthesmallestandnewestdollwastheresultofapieceofcharacteristicreasoningonitsowner’spart。ShewasveryfondofthenameRose,thesamebeingthenameoftheheroinein“EightCousins,“whichstoryMrs。Bailey,housekeeperbeforelastforMarcellusHall,hadreadaloudtothechild。Whenthenewdollcame,atChristmastime,Mary-’GustawishedthatshemightchristenitRosealso。ButtherewasanotherandmuchbelovedRosealreadyinthefamily。SoMary-’Gustareflectedandobserved,andsheobservedthatabigrolloftobaccosuchasherstepfathersmokedwasacigar;whilealittleone,assmokedbyEbenKeeler,thegrocer’sdeliveryclerk,wasacigarette。Therefore,thebigdollbeingalreadyRose,thelittleonebecameRosette。
  Mary-’GustawasnotplayingwithRoseandRosetteatthepresenttime。NeitherwassheinterestedinthepeacefulslumbersofDavid。
  Shewasnotplayingatall,butsitting,withfeetcrossedbeneathherontheseatandhandsclaspedaboutoneknee,thinking。And,althoughshewasthinkingofherstepfatherwhosheknewhadgoneawaytoavagueplacecalledHeaven——aplacevariouslydescribedbyMrs。Bailey,theformerhousekeeper,andbyMrs。SusanHobbs,thepresentone,andbyMr。Howes,theSundayschoolsuperintendent——shewasthinkingmostofherself,MaryAugustaLathrop,whowasgoingtoafuneralthatveryafternoonand,afterthat,nooneseemedtoknowexactlywhere。
  ItwasabeautifulAprildayandthedoorsofthecarriagehouseandthebigdoorofthebarnwerewideopen。Mary-’Gustacouldhearthehenscluckingandthevoicesofpeopletalking。Thevoicesweretwo:onewasthatofMrs。Hobbs,thehousekeeper,andtheotherbelongedtoMr。AbnerHallett,theundertaker。Mary-’GustadidnotlikeMr。Hallett’svoice;shelikedneitheritnoritsowner’smanner;shedescribedbothvoiceandmannertoherselfas“toosoothy。“Theygavehertheshivers。
  Mr。Hallett’stonewassubduedatthepresenttime,butatrifleoftheprofessional“soothiness“waslacking。HeandMrs。Hobbswereconversingbrisklyenoughand,althoughMary-’Gustacouldcatchonlyawordortwoatintervals,shewasperfectlysuretheyweretalkingabouther。Shewascertainthatifsheweretoappearatthatmomentinthedoorofthebarntheywouldstoptalkingimmediatelyandlookather。Everybodywhomshehadmetduringthepasttwodayslookedatherinthatqueerway。Itmadeherfeelasifshehadsomethingcatching,likethemeasles,andasif,somehoworother,shewastoblame。
  Sherealizeddimlythatsheshouldfeelvery,verybadlybecauseherstepfatherwasdead。Mrs。Hobbshadtoldherthatsheshouldandseemedtoregardherasqueererthaneverbecauseshehadnotcried。