You mustn't ever say a word about your Uncle Zoeth's gettin' married." "Wouldn't he like me any more if I did ?" "No, you bet he wouldn't; he'd--I don't know's he wouldn't come to hate you.

And you mustn't say it to Cap'n Shad neither." The idea of being hated by Uncle Zoeth was a dreadful one and Mary-'Gusta avoided the tabooed subject.

But she thought about it a good deal.

She noticed that in neither of the two lots in the cemetery, one where the Goulds were buried and the other the Hamiltons, was a stone erected to the memory of the "beloved wife of Zoeth Hamilton," although other beloved wives of the former generations were commemorated.

This seemed odd.