"Mary-'Gusta, where are you goin'?
Come back and have your supper." But Mary-'Gusta did not come back.

She was already on the stairs.
"I--I don't want any supper," she sobbed.

"Please, oh, PLEASE don't make me eat it." The Captain hesitated, turned back, and jerked his own chair to the table.
"Well," he demanded brusquely, "the supper's here and somebody's got to eat it, I cal'late.

Fetch it on, Isaiah! What are you starin' at me like that for, you dumbhead ?" Isaiah brought in the supper.

Then he demanded to know what the fuss was all about.