Now you must shake hands with them.

They like little girls." Mary-'Gusta obediently moved forward, shifted Rosette to the arm clasping Rose, and extended a hand.

Slowly she raised her eyes, saw Mr.
Hamilton's mild, gentle face and then, beside it, the face of Captain Shadrach Gould.

With a cry she dropped both dolls, ran back to the surrey and fumbled frantically with the dust cover.
Baxter, surprised and puzzled, ran after her and prevented her climbing into the carriage.
"Why, Mary-'Gusta," he demanded, "what is the matter ?" The child struggled and then, bursting into a storm of sobs, hid her face in the dust cover.
"I--I didn't mean to," she sobbed, wildly.

"I didn't mean to.