Mary-'Gusta awoke next morning to find the sun shining in at the window of her bedroom.

She had no means of knowing the time, but she was certain it must be very late and, in consequence, was almost dressed when Isaiah knocked at the door to tell her breakfast would be ready pretty soon.

A few minutes later she appeared in the kitchen bearing the pitcher from the washstand in her room.
"What you doin' with that ?" demanded Mr.Chase, who was leaning against the door-post looking out into the yard.
"I was goin' to fill it," said the child.

"There wasn't any water to wash with." Isaiah sniffed.

"I ain't had no time to fill wash pitchers," he declared.