ve everything you want, can scarcely imagine." And,
shaking hands heartily with his companions, Herbert ran through the door
and jumped aboard the coach just as the impatient driver was about to
leave him behind.

As soon as the coach had rolled out of sight Major Warfield handed
Capitola into his carriage that had long been waiting, and took the seat
by her side, much to the scandalization of Wool, who muttered to his
horses:

"There, I told you so! I said how he'd go and bring home a young wife,
and behold he's gone and done it!"

"Uncle," said Capitola as the carriage rolled lazily along--"uncle, do
you know you never once asked Herbert the name of the widow you are
going to befriend, and that he never told you?"

"By George, that is true! How strange! Yet I did not seem to miss the
name. How did it ever happen, Capitola? Did he omit it on purpose, do
you think?"

"Why, no, uncle. He, boylike, always spoke of them as 'Traverse' and
'Traverse's mother'; and you, like yourself, called her nothing but the
'poor widow' and the 'struggling mother' and the 'noble woman,' and so
on, and her son as the 'boy,' the 'youth,' 'young Traverse,' Herbert's
'friend,' etc. I, for my part, had some curiosity to see whether you and
Herbert would go on talking of them forever without having to use their
surnames. And, behold, he even went away without naming them!"

"By George! and so he did. It was the strangest over-sight. But I'll
write as soon as I get home and ask him."

"No, uncle; just for the fun of the thing, wait until he comes back, and
see how long it will be and how much he will talk of them without
mentioning their names."

"Ha, ha, ha! So I will, Cap, so I will! Besides whatever their names
are, it's nothing to me. 'A rose by any other name would smell as
sweet,' you know. And if she is 'Mrs. Tagfoot Waddle' I shall still
think so good a woman exalted as a Montmorencie. Mind there, Wool; this
road is getting rough."

"Over it now, marster," said Wool, after a few heavy jolts. "Over it
now, missus; and de rest of de way is perfectly delightful."

Cap looked out of the window and saw before her a beautiful piece of
scenery--first, just below them, the wild mountain stream of the Demon's
Run, and beyond it the wild dell dented into the side of the mountain,
like the deep print of an enormous horse's hoof, in the midst of which,
gleaming redly among its richly-tinted autumn woods, stood Hurricane
Hall.

C