Zoeth’swelcomewasashearty，ifnotasexuberant，asCaptainShad’s。Hemetheratthedoorandafterthefirsthugandkissheldheroffatarm’slengthandlookedherover。
“My！my！my！“heexclaimed。“AndthisisourlittleMary-’Gustacomebackagain！Itdon’tseemasifitcouldbe，somehow。“
“Butitis，UncleZoeth，“declaredMary，laughing。“AndISN’Titgoodtobehere！Well，Isaiah，“turningtoMr。Chase，who，apronedandshirtsleevedasusual，hadbeenstandinggrinninginthebackground，“haven’tyouanythingtosaytome？“
Isaiahhadsomethingtosayandhesaidit。
“Gladtoseeyou，“heannounced。“Feelin’prettysmart？Gotanewhat，ain’tyou？Supper’sready。“