he said a little awkwardly, "we must not give way to our
emotions, but try to recognize in our trials the benefits of a great
lesson. But," he added hurriedly, seeing her stand still silent but
erect before him, "I see that you do!" He paused, coughed slightly, cast
a glance at the veranda,--where Cissy now for the first time observed
a man standing in an obviously assumed attitude of negligent
abstraction,--moved towards the back room, and in a lower voice said, "A
word with you in private."

Without replying, Cissy followed him.

"If," said Mr. Windibrook, with a sickly smile, "you are questioned
regarding your father's affairs, you may remember his peculiar and
utterly unsolicited gift of a certain sum towards a new organ, to which
I alluded to-day. You can say that he always expressed great liberality
towards the church, and it was no surprise to you."

Cissy only stared at him with dangerous eyes.

"Mrs. Windibrook," continued the reverend gentleman in his highest,
heartiest voice, albeit a little hurried, "wished me to say to you that
until you heard from--your friends--she wanted you to come and stay with
her. DO come! DO!"

Cissy, with her bright eyes fixed upon her visitor, said, "I shall stay
here."

"But," said Mr. Windibrook impatiently, "you cannot. That man you see on
the veranda is the sheriff's officer. The house and all that it contains
are in the hands of the law."

Cissy's face whitened in proportion as her eyes grew darker, but she
said stoutly, "I shall stay here till my popper tells me to go."

"Till your popper tells you to go!" repeated Mr. Windibrook harshly,
dropping his heartiness and his handkerchief in a burst of unguarded
temper. "Your papa is a thief escaping from justice, you foolish girl;
a disgraced felon, who dare not show his face again in Canada City; and
you are lucky, yes! lucky, miss, if you do not share his disgrace!"

"And you're a wicked, wicked liar!" said Cissy, clinching her little
fists at her side and edging towards him with a sidelong bantam-like
movement as she advanced her freckled cheek close to his with an
effrontery so like her absconding father that he recoiled before it.
"And a mean, double-faced hypocrite, too! Didn't you always praise him?
Didn't you call him a Napoleon, and a--Moses? Didn't you say he was
the making of Canada City? Didn't you get him to raise your salary, and
start a subscription for your new house? Oh, you--you--stinking beast!"

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