"Oh, Lor', he's coming!" cried Bill Ezy, running off as fast as his age and grief would let him.
"Mrs. Condiment! Mrs. Condiment!" called the voice.
"Yes, sir, yes," answered the housekeeper, hurrying to obey the call.
Capitola walked up and down the hall for half an hour, at the end of which Mrs. Condiment came out "with a smile on her lip and a tear in her eye," and saying:
"Well, Miss Capitola, I'm paid off and discharged also."
"What for?"
"For aiding and abetting the rebels; in a word, for trying to comfort poor Ezy and Wool."
"And are you going?"
"Certainly not; I shan't budge; I would not treat the old man so badly as to take him at his word." And, with a strange smile, Mrs. Condiment hurried away just in time to escape Old Hurricane, who came raving out of the study.
"Get out of my way, you beggar!" he cried, pushing past Capitola and hurrying from the house.