Mary-'Gusta settled the question.
"Put him right down, please," she said.

"He'll be better soon as he's put down.

He's never traveled before and it's kind of strange to him.
He'll be all right and I'll come back and let him out pretty soon.
Mayn't I, Mr .-- Mr.Chase ?" "Huh?
Yes, yes, you can if you want to, I cal'late.

I don't want to, that's sure." He deposited the basket on the floor at his feet.

Mary-'Gusta looked at it rather dubiously and for an instant seemed about to speak, but she did not, and followed Mr.Hamilton from the kitchen, through the adjoining room, evidently the dining-room, and up a narrow flight of stairs.
"I cal'late we'll put her in the spare room, won't we, Isaiah ?" queried Zoeth, with some hesitation.
Isaiah grunted.