Now, my lad--pshaw! my lass, I mean--how shall we get you metamorphosed
again?"

"I know, gov--major, I mean. There is a shop of ready-made clothing at
the Needle Woman's Aid, corner of the next square. I can get out there
and buy a full suit."

"Very well. Stop at the next corner, driver," called Old Hurricane.

The next minute the cab drew up before a warehouse of ready-made
garments.

Old Hurricane jumped out, and, leading his charge, entered the shop.

Luckily, there was behind the counter only one person--a staid, elderly,
kind-looking woman.

"Here, madam," said Old Hurricane, stooping confidentially to her ear,
"I am in a little embarrassment that I hope you will be willing to help
me out of for a consideration. I came to New York in pursuit of my
ward--this young girl here--whom I found in boy's clothes. I now wish to
restore her to her proper dress, before presenting her to my friends, of
course. Therefore, I wish you to furnish her with a half dozen complete
suits of female attire, of the very best you have that will fit her. And
also to give her the use of a room and of your own aid in changing her
dress. I will pay you liberally."

Half suspicious and half scandalized, the worthy woman gazed with
scrutiny first into the face of the guardian and then into that of the
ward; but finding in the extreme youth of the one and the advanced age
of the other, and in the honest expression of both, something to allay
her fears, if not to inspire her confidence, she said:

"Very well, sir. Come after me, young gentleman--young lady, I should
say." And, calling a boy to mind the shop, she conducted Capitola to an
inner apartment.

Old Hurricane went out and dismissed his cab. When it was entirely out
of sight he hailed another that was passing by empty, and engaged it to
take himself and a young lady to the Washington House.

When he re-entered the shop he found the shop woman and Capitola
returned and waiting for him.

Capitola was indeed transfigured. Her bright black hair, parted in the
middle, fell in ringlets each side her blushing cheeks; her dark-gray
eyes were cast down in modesty at the very same instant that her ripe
red lips were puckered up with mischief. She was well and properly
attired in a gray silk dress, crimson merino shawl and a black velvet
bonnet.

The other clothing that had been purchased was done up in packages and
put into the cab.

And after paying the shop woman handsomely, Old