What the journey might mean to her, or to what sort of place she was going--these questions did not trouble her in the least.

Childlike, she was quite satisfied with the wonderful present, and to the future, even the dreaded orphans' home, she gave not a thought.
Perched on the buggy seat, squeezed in between Captain Shad and Mr.
Hamilton, she gazed wide-eyed at the houses and fields and woods along the roadside.

She did not speak, unless spoken to, and the two men spoke but seldom, each apparently thinking hard.

Occasionally the Captain would sigh, or whistle, or groan, as if his thoughts were disturbing and most unusual.

Once he asked her if she was comfortable.
"Yes, sir," she said.
"Havin' a good time?
Like to go to ride, do you ?" Mary-'Gusta assumed her most grown-up air.
"Yes, sir," she said.