and attacked his supper in injured silence. Mary-'Gusta offered a
suggestion.

"I guess I could wash a tablecloth," she said. "I always wash my dolls'
things."

Her three companions were plainly surprised. The Captain was the first
to speak.

"You don't say!" he exclaimed.

"Yes, sir, I do. And," with a glance at the silver, "I can scour
knives and forks and spoons, too. I used to help Mrs. Hobbs scour 'em
sometimes."

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.