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  “Thereain’tany’buts’;haven’tgottimefor’em。“
  Mr。Hamiltonregardedhisfriendwithanoddexpression。
  “Shadrach,“heasked,“doyourealizewhatyou’resayin’?“
  “Who’ssayin’?Yousaidit,Ididn’t。Besidestakin’herhomewithustodaydon’tmeannothin’,doesit?Avisitwon’thurtus。
  Visitsdon’tbindanybodytoanything。Jumpin’Judas!Iguesswe’vegotroomenoughinthehousetohaveoneyoung-onecomevisitin’for——foracoupleofdays,ifwewantto。Whatareyoumakin’suchafussabout?Hereyou,“turningtothehousekeeper,“ain’tyougoneyet?You’vegotjustthirteenminutestogetthatsatchelready。“
  Mrs。Hobbsdeparted,outrageddignityinherwalkandmanner。
  “Am——amIgoin’?“falteredMary-’Gusta。
  Zoethnodded。
  “Yes,“hesaid,“you’regoin’。Unless,ofcourse,you’dratherstayhere。“
  “No,I’drathergo,if——ifIcantakeDavidandthedolls。CanI?“
  “Canshe,Shadrach?“
  CaptainShad,whowaspacingthefloor,turnedsavagely。
  “Whatdoyouaskmethatfor?“hedemanded。“Thisisyourdoin’s,’tain’tmine。Yousaiditfirst,didn’tyou?Yes,yes,lethertakethedollsandcats——andcowsandpigs,too,ifshewantsto。
  Jumpin’fire!WhatdoIcare?Ifafeller’sboundtobeafool,alittlelivestockmoreorlessdon’tmakehimanybiggerone……
  Landsakes!Ibelieveshe’sgoin’tocryagain。Don’tdothat!
  What’sthematternow?“
  Thetearswerestartingoncemoreinthegirl’seyes。
  “I——Idon’tthinkyouwantme,“shestammered。“Ifyoudidyou——youwouldn’ttalkso。“
  TheCaptainwasgreatlytakenaback。Hehesitated,tuggedathisbeard,andthen,walkingovertothechild,tookherbythehand。
  “Don’tyoumindthewayItalk,Mary-’Gusta,“hesaid。“I’mliabletotalk’mostanyway,butIdon’tmeannothin’byit。Ilikelittlegirls,sameasZoethsaid。AndIain’tmadaboutthejig-
  tunechair,neither。Say,“withasuddeninspiration;“herewearesettin’hereandoneofourpassengershasleftthedock。Wegottofindthatcat,ain’twe?Whatdidyousayhisnamewas——Solomon?“
  “No,sir;David。“
  “David,sureenough。IfI’dbeenupinScripturethewayZoeth——Mr。
  Hamilton,here——is,Iwouldn’thavemadethatmistake,wouldI?
  Comeon,let’syouandmegofindDavidandbreakthenewstohim。
  Say,he’llbesomesurprisedtofindhe’sbookedforaforeignv’yage,won’the?Comeon,we’llgofindhim。“
  Mary-’GustaslowlyrosefromMr。Hamilton’sknee。SheregardedtheCaptainsteadilyforamoment;then,handinhand,theyleftthebarntogether。
  JudgeBaxterwhistled。“Well!“heexclaimed。“ImustsayIdidn’texpectthis。“
  Zoethsmiled。“Thereain’tmanybettermenthanShadrachGould,“heobserved,quietly。
  CHAPTERIV
  Mary-’Gusta,eventhoughshelivestobeaveryoldwoman,willneverforgetthatridetoSouthHarniss。Itwasthelongestrideshehadevertaken,andthatofitselfwouldhavemadeitunforgettable。Then,too,shewasgoingvisiting,andshehadneverbeenvisitingbefore。Also,shewasleavingMrs。Hobbsand,foratimeatleast,thatladycouldnotremindherofherqueernessandbadness。Morethanall,shewasgoingonajourney,arealjourney,likeagrown-uporapersoninastory,andherfamily——Davidandthedolls——werejourneyingwithher。Whatthejourneymightmeantoher,ortowhatsortofplaceshewasgoing——thesequestionsdidnottroubleherintheleast。Childlike,shewasquitesatisfiedwiththewonderfulpresent,andtothefuture,eventhedreadedorphans’
  home,shegavenotathought。
  Perchedonthebuggyseat,squeezedinbetweenCaptainShadandMr。
  Hamilton,shegazedwide-eyedatthehousesandfieldsandwoodsalongtheroadside。Shedidnotspeak,unlessspokento,andthetwomenspokebutseldom,eachapparentlythinkinghard。
  OccasionallytheCaptainwouldsigh,orwhistle,orgroan,asifhisthoughtsweredisturbingandmostunusual。Onceheaskedherifshewascomfortable。
  “Yes,sir,“shesaid。
  “Havin’agoodtime?Liketogotoride,doyou?“
  Mary-’Gustaassumedhermostgrown-upair。
  “Yes,sir,“shesaid。“Ijustlovetotravel。It’sbeenthedreamofmylife。“
  “Gosh!Iwanttoknow!“exclaimedtheastonishedShadrach;thenheshookhishead,chuckled,andorderedthehorsetohurryup。
  Thedollswerearrangedinarowagainstthebackofthedashboard。
  Infrontofthem,andbetweentheCaptain’sfeetandZoeth’s,thebatteredsatchelcontainingthechild’severydaydressandvisitingessentialswassqueezed。Mary-’Gusta’sfeetstuckstraightoutandrestedonthetopofthesatchel。David,inabasketwiththelidtiedfast,wasplantedbetweenthelastmentionedfeet。Daviddidnotappeartosharehis——orher——owner’sloveoftravel。Thecatwailedlugubriouslyatintervals。
  Zoethmadethenextattemptatconversation。
  “NeverbeentoSouthHarniss,haveyou,Mary’-Gusta?“heinquired。
  “No,sir,“gravely。“But,“rememberingthehousekeeper’sfinalchargenottoforgethermanners,ifshehadany,“I’msureI’lllikeitverymuch。“
  “Oh,youare,eh?Well,that’snice。Whatmakesyousosure?“
  Mary-’Gustareflected。SherememberedwhatMrs。Baileyhadsaidafteraweek’svisitinBayport,whichisfourteenmilesfromOstable。“Ithinkeverybodyenjoysachangeofair,“sheobserved。
  “Mysoulandbody!“exclaimedMr。Hamilton。
  CaptainShadlookeddownathissmallpassenger。
  “Howoldareyou,sis?“hedemanded。
  “I’mseven。ButIain’tasis;Ihaven’tgotanybrothersorsisters。“
  “Oh!Well,that’safact,too,nowIcometothinkofit。Howolddidyousay;seventy,wasit?“
  “No,sir。Seven。DidyouthinkIsaidseventy?“
  “Eh?No,Iguessnot。“
  “Icouldn’tbeseventy。IfIwasI’dbelotsbigger,youknow。“
  “That’sso;Ipresumelikelyyouwould。“
  Morereflection。Then:“IfIwasseventyIguessyouwouldn’thaveaskedme。“
  “Sho!Wouldn’tI?Whynot?“
  “’Causegrown-upfolksdon’tliketobeaskedhowoldtheyare。I
  askedMrs。Hobbshowoldshewasonceandshedidn’tlikeit。“
  “Didn’tshe?“
  “No,sir。Shetoldmetomindmyownbusiness。“
  TheCaptainlaughedaloud。Then,turningtoMr。Hamilton,hesaid:
  “Say,Zoeth,Isaiah’llbealittlemitesurprisedwhenheseesthiscraftmakeport,eh?“
  Zoethsmiled。“Ishouldn’twonder,“hereplied。
  “Um-hm。I’dliketohaveatintypeofIsaiah’sface。Well,sis——
  er,Mary-’Gusta,Imean——there’sSouthHarnissdeadahead。Howdoyoulikethelooksofit?“
  Theyhademergedfromalongstretchofwoodsandwereatthesummitofalittlehill。Fromthecrestofthishilltheroadwounddownpastanoldcemeterywithgray,moss-coveredslatetombstones,overabridgebetweenacreekandagood-sizedpond,onthroughaclumpofpines,whereitjoinedthemainhighwayalongthesouthshoreoftheCape。Thishighway,inturn,woundandtwisted——therearefewstraightroadsonCapeCod——betweenotherandlowerhillsuntilitbecameavillagestreet,themainstreetofSouthHarniss。Thesunwaslowinthewestanditslightbathedtheclusteredroofsinawarmglow,touchedwindowsandvaneswithfire,andtwinkledandglitteredonthewatersofNantucketSound,whichfilledthewholesouthernhorizon。Therewaslittlebreezeandthesmokefromthechimneysrosealmoststraight。So,too,didthesmokefromthedistanttugsandsteamers。Thereweretwoorthreeschoonersfarout,andnearershore,asailboat。Aprettypicture,onewhichartistshavepaintedandsummervisitorsenthusedovermanytimes。
  ToMary-’Gustaitwasnewandwonderful。Thechildwasinamoodtolikealmostanythingjustthen。Mrs。Hobbswasmilesawayandthememoryofthemusicchairandherowndisgraceandshamewerebutmemories。Shedrewalongbreathandlookedandlooked。