Isaiah tried to reassure her. "Oh, I cal'late there ain't no dog nigh enough to do any harm," he said; "besides, most cats can run fast enough to get out of the way."
The child shook her head. "I didn't mean that," she said. "I meant it would be dreadful for the dog. David doesn't have a mite of patience with dogs. He doesn't wait to see if they're nice ones or not, he just goes for 'em and then--Oh! He most always goes for 'em. When he has kittens he ALWAYS does."
Mr. Chase's reply to this illuminating disclosure was that he wanted to know.
"Yes," said Mary-'Gusta, "David doesn't take to dogs, some way. Why don't cats like dogs, Mr. Chase?"
Isaiah said that he cal'lated 'twas the nature of the critters not to. Mary-'Gusta agreed with him.
"Natures are queer things, ain't they?" she said, solemnly. "I guess everybody has a nature, cats and all. Mrs. Hobbs says my nature is a contrary one. What's your kind, Mr. Chase?
"Do you suppose," she said, a few moments later, when the cook and steward had shown symptoms of doing something beside lean against the sink and whistle, "do you suppose you could get along for a few minutes while I went up and dressed my dolls?"
Isaiah turned to stare at her.
"Well," he stammered, "I--I cal'late maybe I could if I tried hard.
If you don't beat anything ever I see! What are you doin' with that pitcher?"
The girl was holding the wash pitcher under the pump.
"I'm fillin' it," she answered. "Then you won't have to have it on your mind any more. I'll hurry back just as fast as I can."
She hastened out, bearing the brimming pitcher with both hands.
Isaiah gazed after her, muttering a word or two, and then set about clearing the breakfast table.
She was down again shortly, the two favorites, Rose and Rosette, in her arms. She placed them carefully in the kitchen chair and bade them be nice girls and watch mother do the dishes.
"I left the others in the bedroom," she explained. "Minnehaha ain't very well this mornin'. I guess the excitement was too much for her. She is a very nervous child."
Isaiah's evident amusement caused her to make one of her odd changes from childish make-believe to grown-up practicability.
"Of course," she added, with gravity, "I know she ain't really nervous. She's just full of sawdust, same as all dolls are, and she couldn't have any nerves. But I like to play she's nervous and delicate. It's real handy to say that when I don't want to take her with me. I'm a nervous, excitable child myself; Mrs. Hobbs says so.
That's why I've hardly ever been anywhere before, I guess."
She insisted upon wiping the dishes while Isaiah washed them. Also, she reminded him that the tablecloth which had been so severely criticized the previous evening had not as yet been changed. The steward was inclined to treat the matter lightly.
"Never mind if 'tain't," he said. "It's good enough for a spell longer. Let it stay. Besides," he added, "the washin' ain't been done this week and there ain't another clean one aboard."
Mary-'Gusta smiled cheerfully.
"Oh, yes, there is," she said. "There's a real nice one in the bottom drawer of the closet. I've been huntin' and I found it.
Come and see."
She led him into the dining-room and showed him the cloth she had found.
"It's a real pretty one, I think," she said. "Shall we put it on, Mr. Chase?"
"No, no, course not. That's the best tablecloth. Don't use that only when there's company--or Sundays."
Mary-'Gusta considered. She counted on her fingers.
"How long have we used this dirty one?" she asked.
"Eh? Oh, I don't know. Four or five days, maybe." Then, evidently feeling that the repetition of the "we" implied a sense of unwarranted partnership in the household management, he added with dignity, "That is, I'VE seen fit to use it that long."
The sarca** was wasted. The girl smiled and nodded.
"That makes it all right," she declared. "If we put this one on now it'll be Sunday long before it's time to change. And we can wash the other one today or tomorrow."
"Oh, WE can, eh?"
"Yes, sir"
Isaiah looked as if he wished to say something but was at a loss for words. The Sunday cloth was spread upon the table while he was still hunting for them.
"And now," said Mary-'Gusta, "if you're sure you don't need me any more just now I guess I'd like to go up and see the store. May I?"
Site found the store of Hamilton and Company an exceedingly interesting place. Zoeth and his partner greeted her cordially and she sat down upon a box at the end of the counter and inspected the establishment. It was not very large, but there was an amazing variety in its stock. Muslin, tape, calico, tacks, groceries, cases of shoes, a rack with spools of thread, another containing a few pocket knives, barrels, half a dozen salt codfish swinging from nails overhead, some suits of oilskins hanging beside them, a tumbled heap of children's caps and hats, even a glass-covered case containing boxes of candy with placards "1 c. each" or "3 for 1 c." displayed above them.
"Like candy, do you?" asked Mr. Hamilton, noticing her scrutiny of the case and its contents.
"Yes, sir," said Mary-'Gusta.
"How about sassafras lozengers? Like them?"
"Yes, sir."
She was supplied with a roll of the lozenges and munched them gravely. Captain Shad, who had been waiting on a customer, regarded her with an amused twinkle.
"Sassafras lozengers are good enough for anybody, eh?" he observed.
"Yes, sir," replied Mary-'Gusta. Then she added, politely: "Only I guess these are wintergreen."
She stayed at the store until noon. Then she walked home with the Captain whose turn it was to dine first that day. The hiring of Annabel had been an unusual break in the business routine.
Ordinarily but one of the partners left that store at a time.
"Well," inquired the Captain, as they walked down the lane, "what do you think of it? Pretty good store for a place like South Harniss, ain't it?"
"Yes, sir."
"I bet you! Different from the Ostable stores, eh?"
"Yes, sir; I--I guess it is."
"Um-hm. Well, how different?"
Mary-'Gusta took her usual interval for consideration.
