.

Next morning Capitola came down into the breakfast-room with one idea
prominent in her hard little head, to which she mentally gave
expression:

"Well as I like that old man, he must not permit himself to talk to me
in that indecent strain, and so he must be made to know."

When she entered the breakfast-room she found Mrs. Condiment already at
the head of the table and Old Hurricane at the foot. He had quite got
over his rage, and turned around blandly to welcome his ward, saying;

"Good morning, Cap."

Without taking the slightest notice of the salutation, Cap sailed on to
her seat.

"Humph. Did you hear me say 'Good morning,' Cap?"

Without paying the least attention, Capitola reached out her hand and
took a cup of coffee from Mrs. Condiment.

"Humph! Humph! Good morning, Capitola!" said Old Hurricane, with marked
emphasis. Apparently without hearing him. Cap helped herself to a
buckwheat cake and daintily buttered it.

"Humph! humph! humph! Well as you said yourself, 'a dumb devil is better
than a speaking one,'" ejaculated Old Hurricane, as he sat down and
subsided into silence.

Doubtless the old man would have flown into another passion, had that
been possible; but, in truth, he had spent so much vitality in rage
number one that he had none left to sustain rage number two. Besides, he
knew it would be necessary to blow up Bill Ezy, his lazy overseer,
before night, and perhaps saved himself for that performance. He
finished his meal in silence and went out.

Cap finished hers, and, 'tempering justice with mercy,' went up-stairs
to his room and looked over all his appointments and belongings to find
what she would do for his extra comfort, and found a job in newly lining
his warm slippers and the sleeves of his dressing-gown.

They met again at the dinner-table.

"How do you do, Cap?" said Old Hurricane, as he took his seat.

Capitola poured out a glass of water and drank it in silence.

"Oh, very well, 'a dumb devil,' etc.," exclaimed Old Hurricane,
addressing himself to his dinner. When the meal was over they again
separated. The old man went to his study to examine his farm books, and
Capitola back to her chamber to finish lining his warm slippers.

Again at tea they met.

"Well, Cap is 'the dumb devil' cast out yet?" he said, sitting down.

Capitola took a cup of tea from Mrs. Condiment and passed it on to him
in silence.

"Humph! not gone yet, eh? Poor girl, how it must try you," sai