Mrs.Hobbs says my nature is a contrary one.

What's your kind, Mr.Chase?
"Do you suppose," she said, a few moments later, when the cook and steward had shown symptoms of doing something beside lean against the sink and whistle, "do you suppose you could get along for a few minutes while I went up and dressed my dolls ?" Isaiah turned to stare at her.
"Well," he stammered, "I--I cal'late maybe I could if I tried hard.
If you don't beat anything ever I see! What are you doin' with that pitcher ?" The girl was holding the wash pitcher under the pump.
"I'm fillin' it," she answered.

"Then you won't have to have it on your mind any more.

I'll hurry back just as fast as I can." She hastened out, bearing the brimming pitcher with both hands.

Isaiah gazed after her, muttering a word or two, and then set about clearing the breakfast table.
She was down again shortly, the two favorites, Rose and Rosette, in her arms.