Even Shadrach had no remark to make. He gazed at the child, then at Zoeth, and drew a long breath.
As soon as supper was over the Captain and Mr. Hamilton hastened up to the village and the store.
"You better go to bed pretty soon, Mary-'Gusta," said Zoeth.
"You're tired, I know. Isaiah'll make your bed for you. We'll be on hand and see you first thing in the morning. Isaiah'll go up with you and blow out your light and all. Good night."
The Captain said good night also and the pair hurried out.
When at ten o'clock they returned they found Mr. Chase up and awaiting them. Isaiah had a story to tell.
"I never see a young-one like that in this world," declared Isaiah.
"You know what she done after you left? Helped me do the dishes.
Yes, sir, by time, that's what she done. And she wiped 'em first-rate, too; good enough to satisfy ME, and you know that means somethin' 'cause I ain't easy to satisfy. And talk! Say, I never had a child talk same as she does. How old is she, for the land sakes?"
Zoeth told them the visitor's age.
"Well, maybe so," went on Isaiah, "but she don't talk seven; nigher seventeen, if you ask me. Pumpin' me about funerals, she was, and about folks dyin' and so on. Said she cal'lated she'd have a doll's funeral some time. 'For mercy sakes, what for?' I says. 'Can't you think up anything pleasanter'n that to play? That kind of game would give me the blue creeps!' She, thought that over--she generally thinks about a thing for five minutes afore she talks about it--and says she, 'I know,' she says, 'but a person must go to funerals and so it's better to get used to 'em and know how to behave. I shouldn't want my dolls,' she says, 'to do things at funerals that make people feel bad and laugh.' I couldn't get that through my head. 'If they felt bad they wouldn't laugh, would they?' says I. 'THEY wouldn't--the ones that felt bad wouldn't,' says she, 'but others might laugh at them. And that would make the person who was to blame feel TERRIBLY.' Now what was all that about? Can you make any sense of it?"
Captain Shadrach smiled sheepishly. "I cal'late me and Zoeth have an idea what she was drivin' at," he said. "Go on, Isaiah; what else did she say?"
"What didn't she say? Wanted to know if I thought God would knock anybody's head off that had done wrong, even if they didn't mean to.
Yes, sir, that's what she said---if God would knock anybody's head off. Mine pretty nigh come off when she said that. I told her that, fur's I knew, He wasn't in the habit of doin' it. She said that Mrs. Hobbs told her that if she wasn't punished for her wickedness in this world she would be in the next. She was real kind of scared about it, seemed to me. Now what's she done that's wicked, a little critter like her?"
Zoeth said nothing, but he looked vexed and disturbed.
"I'd knock SOMEBODY'S head off if I had my way," observed Shadrach.
"Or if I didn't, I'd like to. Where is she now, Isaiah?"
"She's up in the spare room, asleep I cal'late. And she's got her dolls along with her, three on one side and two on t'other. Wanted me to be sure and wake all hands of 'em up on time in the mornin'.
He, he! She undressed them dolls, every one of 'em, afore they turned in. Oh, yes, and she helped me make the bed, too. She CAN make a bed, blessed if she can't. And all the time a-talkin', one minute like a child and the next like a forty-year-old woman. She's the queerest young-one!"
"I guess she's had a kind of queer bringin' up," said Zoeth.
"Where's that--where's Saul--er--Elijah--what's his name--David?" asked the Captain. "Where's the cat?"
