t says. Listen:

"'Dear Cyclona:--

"'I think you will be glad to hear that this cyclone was good
to us, blowin' us 'way down here in Texas, where the weather
is so fine. It saved me the trouble, too, of bothering with
the roof. It blew it right side up and the clothes are all
down in the room now.'"

"'Your affectionate father,'"
"'Jonathan.'"

"'P.S.--I like this part of the country better than I did
Kansas. I think we will stay here, Cyclona.'"

"Until another cyclone comes along," the Professor commented, "and
blows him into the Gulf."

"I wonder," mused the Post Mistress, "if the cyclone put the clothes
away in the presses when it took them down from the walls."

CHAPTER XXVIII.

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It was as the Post Mistress had said. Cyclona was the heiress of the
Magic City. As Seth had predicted, she sold his land in its heart for
more money than she knew what to do with. Cyclona was not only the
most beautiful young woman in the Magic City, but she was the most
beautifully gowned and exquisite, what with her well-filled purse with
its attendant luxuries of maids, mantua-makers and milliners. She was
new to look at, but old thoughts clung to her, old dreams, old
fancies.

Cyclona dreamed a dream one night. She thought that she was in the old
dugout at the little deal table before the dim half-window, outside
which the wind sang fitfully, blowing the tumbleweeds hither and
thither, near and far, with moans and sighs, and Seth sat by her side.
And as of old he talked to her of the beautiful house.

"All these were of costly stones, according to the measures of hewed
stones," she heard him say in the dream, "sawed with saws within and
without. Even from the foundation unto the coping, and so on the
outside toward the great court."

Cyclona sat up in her bed with a start and slept no more.

So it was the beautiful house that she was to build, of course.
Wondering how it was she had not thought before of carrying out Seth's
dearest wish without waiting to be reminded of it in a dream,
reproaching herself, condemning her selfishness, marvelling how she
could for a moment have considered this money her own which she simply
held in trust for Celia and Seth.

Thereafter, Hugh, in spite of his deep affection for her, became
occasionally somewhat exasperated with Cyclona, who all at once
developed such peculiar ideas in regard to the building o