“Oh, you are, eh? Well, that's nice. What makes you so sure?”
Mary-'Gusta reflected. She remembered what Mrs. Bailey had said after a week's visit in Bayport, which is fourteen miles from Ostable. “I think everybody enjoys a change of air,” she observed.
“My soul and body!” exclaimed Mr. Hamilton.
Captain Shad looked down at his small passenger.
“How old are you, sis?” he demanded.
“I'm seven. But I ain't a sis; I haven't got any brothers or sisters.”
“Oh! Well, that's a fact, too, now I come to think of it. How old did you say; seventy, was it?”
“No, sir. Seven. Did you think I said seventy?”
“Eh? No, I guess not.”
“I couldn't be seventy. If I was I'd be lots bigger, you know.”