Perhaps the late Mrs.Hamilton had been so buried.

But Zoeth had never been a seafaring man.
One Saturday afternoon--she was about ten years old at the time--she was in the garret.

The garret had taken the place of the old surrey at Ostable, and thither she retired when she wished to be alone to read, or play, or study.

This afternoon she was rummaging through the old trunks and sea chests in search of a costume for Rose.

It was to be a masculine costume, of course, for there was no feminine apparel in that garret, but in the games which the girl played when alone with her dolls, Rose, the largest of the family, was frequently obliged to change her sex with her raiment.
Mary-'Gusta had ransacked these trunks and chests pretty thoroughly on previous occasions, but this time she made a discovery.