h, fierce words broke out
--Hudibras.

The moon was shining full upon the river and the homestead beyond when
Capitola dashed into the water and, amid the sparkling and leaping of
the foam, made her way to the other bank and rode up the rugged ascent.
On the outer side of the lawn wall the moonbeams fell full upon the
little figure of Pitapat waiting there.

"Why, Patty, what takes you out so late as this?" asked Capitola, as she
rode up to the gate.

"Oh, Miss Catterpillar, I'se waitin' for you. Old marse is dreadful he
is! Jest fit to bust the shingles offen the roof with swearing! So I
come out to warn you, so you steal in the back way and go to your room
so he won't see you, and I'll go and send Wool to put your horse away,
and then I'll bring you up some supper and tell old marse how you've
been home ever so long, and gone to bed with a werry bad head-ache."

"Thank you, Patty. It is perfectly astonishing how easy lying is to you!
You really deserve to have been born in Rag Alley; but I won't trouble
the recording angel to make another entry against you on my account."

"Yes, miss," said Pitapat, who thought that her mistress was
complimenting her.

"And now, Patty, stand out of my way. I am going to ride straight up to
the horse-block, dismount and walk right into the presence of Major
Warfield," said Capitola, passing through the gate.

"Oh, Miss Catterpillar, don't! don't! he'll kill you, so he will!"

"Who's afeard?" muttered Cap to herself, as she put her horse to his
mettle and rode gayly through the evergreens up to the horse-block,
where she sprang down lightly from her saddle.

Gathering up her train with one hand and tossing back her head, she
swept along toward the house with the air of a young princess.

There was a vision calculated to test her firmness. Reader, did you ever
see a raging lion tearing to and fro the narrow limits of his cage, and
occasionally shaking the amphitheatre with his tremendous roar; or a
furious bull tossing his head and tail and plowing up the earth with his
hoofs as he careered back and forth between the boundaries of his pen?
If you have seen and noted these mad brutes, you may form some idea of
the frenzy of Old Hurricane as he stormed up and down the floor of the
front piazza.

Cap had just escaped an actual danger of too terrible a character to be
frightened now by sound and fury. Composedly she walked up into the
por