For some reason or other Capitola's tears--perhaps because they were so rare--always moved Old Hurricane to his heart's center. Going toward her softly, he said: "Now, my dear; now, my child; now, my little Cap, you know it was all for your own good. Why, my dear, I never for one instant regretted bringing you to the house, and I wouldn't part with you for a kingdom. Come, now, my child; come to the heart of your old uncle."
Now, the soul of Capitola naturally abhorred sentiment. If ever she gave way to serious emotion, she was sure to avenge herself by being more capricious than before. Consequently, flinging herself out of the caressing arms of Old Hurricane, she exclaimed: "Uncle, I won't be treated with both kicks and half-pennies by the same person, and so I tell you. I am not a cur to be fed with roast beef and beaten with a stick, nor--nor--nor a Turk's slave to be caressed and oppressed as her master likes. Such abuse as you heaped upon me I never heard--no, not even in Rag Alley!"
"Oh, my dear! my dear! my dear! for heaven's sake forget Rag Alley?"
"I won't! I vow I'll go back to Rag Alley for a very little more. Freedom and peace is even sweeter than wealth and honors."
"Ah, but I won't let you, my little Cap."
"Then I'd have you up before the nearest magistrate, to show by what right you detained me. Ah, ha! I wasn't brought up in New York for nothing."
"Whee-eu! and all this because, for her own good, I gave my own niece and ward a little gentle admonition."
"Gentle admonition! Do you call that gentle admonition? Why, uncle, you are enough to frighten most people to death with your fury. You are a perfect dragon! a griffin! a Russian bear! a Bengal tiger! a Numidian lion! You're all Barnum's beasts in one! I declare, if I don't write and ask him to send a party down here to catch you for his museum! You'd draw, I tell you!"
"Yes, especially with you for a keeper to stir me up once in a while with a long pole."
"And that I'd engage to do--cheap."
The entrance of Mrs. Condiment with the tea-tray put an end to the controversy. It was, as yet, a drawn battle.
"And what about the watch, my little Cap?"
"Take it back, uncle, if you please."
"But they won't have it back; it has got your initials engraved upon it. Look here," said the old man, holding the watch to her eyes. "'C. L. N.'--those are not my initials," said Capitola, looking up with surprise.