You must be real good to him when you grow up, Mary-'Gusta." And now he had gone before she had had a chance to grow up, and Mary-'Gusta felt an unreasonable sense of blame.

But real grief, the dreadful paralyzing realization of loss which an adult feels when a dear one dies, she did not feel.
She was awed and a little frightened, but she did not feel like crying.
Why should she?
"Mary-'Gusta! Mary-'Gusta! Where be you ?" It was Mrs.Hobbs calling.

Mary-'Gusta hurriedly untwisted her legs and scrambled from beneath the dust cover of the surrey.

David, whose slumbers were disturbed, rose also, yawned and stretched.
"Here I be, Mrs.Hobbs," answered the girl.

"I'm a-comin'." Mrs.Hobbs was standing in the doorway of the barn.