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  Mary-’Gustaawokenextmorningtofindthesunshininginatthewindowofherbedroom。Shehadnomeansofknowingthetime,butshewascertainitmustbeverylateand,inconsequence,wasalmostdressedwhenIsaiahknockedatthedoortotellherbreakfastwouldbereadyprettysoon。Afewminuteslatersheappearedinthekitchenbearingthepitcherfromthewashstandinherroom。
  “Whatyoudoin’withthat?“demandedMr。Chase,whowasleaningagainstthedoor-postlookingoutintotheyard。
  “Iwasgoin’tofillit,“saidthechild。“Therewasn’tanywatertowashwith。“
  Isaiahsniffed。“Iain’thadnotimetofillwashpitchers,“hedeclared。“Thatone’sbeenonmymindformore’nafortni’tbutI’vehadotherthingstodo。Youcanwashyourselfinthatbasininthesink。That’swhattherestofusdo。“
  Mary-’Gustaobedientlywashedinthetinbasinandrubbedherfaceandhandsdryupontherollertowelbehindtheclosetdoor。
  “AmIlateforbreakfast?“sheasked,anxiously。
  “No,Iguessnot。Ain’thadbreakfastyet。Cap’nShad’souttothebarn’tendin’tothehorseandZoeth’sfeedin’thehens。They’llbeinprettysoon,ifwehaveluck。Courseit’sTIMEforbreakfast,butthat’snothing。I’mtheonlyonethathastothinkabouttimeinthishouse。“
  Thegirlregardedhimthoughtfully。
  “Youhavetoworkawfulhard,don’tyou,Mr。Chase?“shesaid。
  Isaiahlookedathersuspiciously。
  “Huh?“hegrunted。“Whotoldyouthat?“
  “Nobody。Ijustguesseditfromwhatyousaid。“
  “Humph!Well,youguessedright。Idon’thavemanyspareminutes。“
  “Yes,sir。Areyouaperfectslave?“
  “Eh?What?“
  “Mrs。Hobbssayssheisaperfectslavewhenshehastoworkhard。“
  “Who’sMrs。Hobbs?“
  “She’s——shekeepshouse——thatis,sheusedtokeephouseformyfatheroverinOstable。Idon’tsupposeshewillanymorenowhe’sdead。She’llbeglad,Iguess。Perhapsshewon’thavetobeaperfectslavenow。Sheusedtowearapronssameasyoudo。Ineversawamanwearanapronbefore。Doyouhavetowearone?“
  “Hey?Haveto?No,courseIdon’thavetounlessIwantto。“
  Mary-’Gustareflected。
  “Isuppose,“shewenton,afteramoment,“itsavesyourpants。
  You’dget’emallspottedupifyoudidn’tweartheapron。
  PneumoniaisagoodthingtotakeoutSpots。“
  Isaiahwassurprised。
  “Whatis?“heasked。
  “Pneumonia……No,Idon’tthinkthat’sright。It’spneumoniathatmakesyousick。Somethin’elsetakesoutthespots。Iknownow;it’sam-monia。It’sverygoodforspotsbutyoumustn’tsmellthebottle。Ismelledthebottleonceanditwentrightupintomyhead。“
  “Whatonearthareyoutalkin’about?Thebottlewentupintoyourhead!“
  “No,theammoniasmelldid。Itwasawful;like——like——“shepaused,evidentlyinsearchofasimile;“likesneezin’backwards,“sheadded。“Itwasterrible。“
  Isaiahlaughed。“Ishouldthink’twouldbe,“hedeclared。
  “Sneezin’backwards!Ho,ho!That’sagoodone!“
  Mary-’Gusta’seyeswerestillfixedupontheapron。
  “Mr——ImeanCap’nGouldsaidyouwasthecookandsteward,“sheobserved。“Idon’tknowasIknowwhatastewardis,exactly。Isittheonethatstewsthings?“
  “Ha,ha!“roaredIsaiah。Mary-’Gusta’sdignitywashurt。Thecolorroseinhercheeks。
  “Wasitfunny?“sheasked。“Ididn’tknow。Iknowthatacookcookedthings,andabakerbakedthings,soIthoughtmaybeastewardstewed’em。“
  Mr。Chasecontinuedtochuckle。Thegirlconsidered。
  “Isee,“shesaid,withasolemnnod。“Itwasfunny,Iguess。I
  remembernowthatafriardoesn’tfrythings。Heisa——akindofminister。FriarTuckwasonein’RobinHood,’youknow。Mrs。
  Baileyreadabouthimtome。Doyoulike’RobinHood,’Mr。Chase?“
  Isaiahsaidhedidn’tcal’latethatheknewanybodyofthatname。
  ThedialoguewasinterruptedherebythearrivalofZoethand,amomentlater,CaptainShadrach。Breakfastwasputuponthetableinthedining-roomandthequartettesatdowntoeat。
  Mary-’Gustawasquietduringthemeal;sheansweredwhenspokentobuttheonlyquestionssheaskedwereconcerningDavid。
  “He’sallright,“saidCaptainShad。“Livelyascanbe。He’llhaveagoodtimeoutinthatbarn;there’sconsiderablemanymiceoutthere。Likesmice,don’the?“
  “Yes,sir。He’sagoodmouser。Didhelookasifhemissedme?“
  “Eh?Well,Ididn’tnotice。Henevermentioneditifhedid。Youcangoseehimafterbreakfast。Whatdoyouthinkshecanfindtodotoday,Zoeth?“
  Mr。Hamiltonhadevidentlyconsideredtheproblem。
  “Ithoughtmaybeshe’dliketogouptothestore’longofyouandme,“hesuggested。“Wouldyou,Mary’Gusta?“
  Mary-’Gustahesitated。“I’dliketoverymuch,“shesaid,“only——“
  “Onlywhat?“
  “OnlyI’vegottoseetoDavidandthedollsfirst。Couldn’tIcomeuptothestoreafterwards?“
  TheCaptainanswered。“Why,Iguesslikelyyoucould,“hesaid。
  “It’sstraightuptheroadtothecorner。Youcanseethestorefromthetopofthehillbackhere。Isaiah’llshowyoutheway。
  Butyoucan’tendto——what’sthatcat’sname?——Oh,yes,David——youcan’tendtoDavidrightoff。Isaiah’llgivethecritterhisbreakfast,andthedollscanwait’tilnoontime,can’tthey?“
  Mary-’Gusta’smindwasevidentlydividedbetweeninclinationandduty。Dutywon。
  “Theyain’tdressedyet,“shesaid,gravely。“AndbesidestheymightthinkI’dgoneoffandleft’emandbefrightened。Thisisastrangeplacetothem,sameasitistomeandDavid,youknow。
  Noneofushaveeverbeenvisitin’before。“
  Soitwasdecidedthatsheshouldwaituntilherfamilyhadbeengivenparentalattention,andcometothestorebyherself。ThepartnersleftfortheirplaceofbusinessandsheandMr。Chaseremainedatthehouse。Herfirstact,afterleavingthetable,wastogotothebarnandreturnbearingthecatinherarms。Davidateaheartybreakfastandthen,afterenduringamotherlylectureconcerningprudenceandthedangerofgettinglost,waspermittedtogooutofdoors。
  Mary-’Gusta,standinginthedoorway,gazedafterherpet。
  “Ihopethere’snodogsaroundhere,“shesaid。“Itwouldbedreadfuliftherewasadog。“
  Isaiahtriedtoreassureher。“Oh,Ical’latethereain’tnodognighenoughtodoanyharm,“hesaid;“besides,mostcatscanrunfastenoughtogetoutoftheway。“
  Thechildshookherhead。“Ididn’tmeanthat,“shesaid。“Imeantitwouldbedreadfulforthedog。Daviddoesn’thaveamiteofpatiencewithdogs。Hedoesn’twaittoseeifthey’reniceonesornot,hejustgoesfor’emandthen——Oh!Hemostalwaysgoesfor’em。WhenhehaskittensheALWAYSdoes。“
  Mr。Chase’sreplytothisilluminatingdisclosurewasthathewantedtoknow。
  “Yes,“saidMary-’Gusta,“Daviddoesn’ttaketodogs,someway。Whydon’tcatslikedogs,Mr。Chase?“
  Isaiahsaidthathecal’lated’twasthenatureofthecrittersnotto。Mary-’Gustaagreedwithhim。
  “Naturesarequeerthings,ain’tthey?“shesaid,solemnly。“I
  guesseverybodyhasanature,catsandall。Mrs。Hobbssaysmynatureisacontraryone。What’syourkind,Mr。Chase?
  “Doyousuppose,“shesaid,afewmomentslater,whenthecookandstewardhadshownsymptomsofdoingsomethingbesideleanagainstthesinkandwhistle,“doyousupposeyoucouldgetalongforafewminuteswhileIwentupanddressedmydolls?“
  Isaiahturnedtostareather。
  “Well,“hestammered,“I——Ical’latemaybeIcouldifItriedhard。
  Ifyoudon’tbeatanythingeverIsee!Whatareyoudoin’withthatpitcher?“
  Thegirlwasholdingthewashpitcherunderthepump。
  “I’mfillin’it,“sheanswered。“Thenyouwon’thavetohaveitonyourmindanymore。I’llhurrybackjustasfastasIcan。“
  Shehastenedout,bearingthebrimmingpitcherwithbothhands。
  Isaiahgazedafterher,mutteringawordortwo,andthensetaboutclearingthebreakfasttable。
  Shewasdownagainshortly,thetwofavorites,RoseandRosette,inherarms。Sheplacedthemcarefullyinthekitchenchairandbadethembenicegirlsandwatchmotherdothedishes。
  “Ilefttheothersinthebedroom,“sheexplained。“Minnehahaain’tverywellthismornin’。Iguesstheexcitementwastoomuchforher。Sheisaverynervouschild。“
  Isaiah’sevidentamusementcausedhertomakeoneofheroddchangesfromchildishmake-believetogrown-uppracticability。
  “Ofcourse,“sheadded,withgravity,“Iknowsheain’treallynervous。She’sjustfullofsawdust,sameasalldollsare,andshecouldn’thaveanynerves。ButIliketoplayshe’snervousanddelicate。It’srealhandytosaythatwhenIdon’twanttotakeherwithme。I’manervous,excitablechildmyself;Mrs。Hobbssaysso。
  That’swhyI’vehardlyeverbeenanywherebefore,Iguess。“