Hurricane, in triumph.

"Oh! oh! oh!" groaned the sorely-tried minister.

"What's it now?" inquired Old Hurricane.

The pastor took the major's arm and, while they walked up and down
before the house, told how he had been "sold" by Capitola, ending by
saying:

"You will have to take her firmly in hand."

"I'll do it," said Old Hurricane. "I'll do it."

The pastor then called for his horse and, resisting all his host's
entreaties to stay to tea, took his departure.

Major Warfield re-entered the house, resolving to say nothing to
Capitola for the present, but to seize the very first opportunity of
punishing her for her flippancy.

The village fair had commenced on Monday. It had been arranged that all
Major Warfield's family should go, though not all upon the same day. It
was proposed that on Thursday, when the festival should be at its
height, Major Warfield, Capitola and the house servants should go. And
on Saturday Mrs. Condiment, Mr. Ezy and the farm servants should have a
holiday for the same purpose.

Therefore, upon Thursday morning all the household be-stirred themselves
at an unusually early hour, and appeared before breakfast in their best
Sunday's suit.

Capitola came down to breakfast in a rich blue silk carriage dress,
looking so fresh, blooming and joyous that it went to the old man's
heart to disappoint her; yet Old Hurricane resolved, as the pastor had
told him, to "be firm," and, once for all, by inflicting punishment, to
bring her to a sense of her errors.

"There, you need not trouble yourself to get ready, Capitola; you shall
not go to the fair with us," he said, as Cap took her seat.

"Sir!" exclaimed the girl, in surprise.

"Oh, yes; you may stare; but I'm in earnest. You have behaved very
badly; you have deeply offended our pastor; you have no reverence, no
docility, no propriety, and I mean to bring you to a sense of your
position by depriving you of some of your indulgences; and, in a word,
to begin I say you shall not go to the fair to-day."

"You mean, sir, that I shall not go with you, although you promised that
I should," said Cap, coolly.

"I mean you shall not go at all, demmy!"

"I'd like to know who'll prevent me," said Cap.

"I will, Miss Vixen! Demmy, I'll not be set at naught by a beggar! Mrs.
Condiment, leave the room, mum, and don't be sitting there listening to
every word I have to say to my ward. Wool, be off with yourself, sir;
what do you stand there gaping