forget! Sir, I won't be patient! Patience would be a sin! Mrs.
Condiment, mum, I desire that you will send in your account and
supply yourself with a new situation! You and I cannot agree any
longer. You'll be putting me to bed with Beelzebub next!" exclaimed
Old Hurricane, besides himself with indignation.

Mrs. Condiment sighed and wiped her eyes under her spectacles.

The worthy minister, now seriously alarmed, came to him and said:

"My dear, dear major, do not be unjust--consider. She is an old
faithful domestic, who has been in your service forty years--whom
you could not live without! I say it under advisement--whom you
could not live without!"

"Hang it, sir, nor live with! Think of her helping to free the
prisoners! Actually taking Black Donald--precious Father Gray!--into
their cell and leaving them together to hatch their--beg you pardon-
-horrid plots!"

"But, sir, instead of punishing the innocent victim of his
deception, let us be merciful and thank the Lord, that since those
men were delivered from prison, they were freed without bloodshed;
for remember that neither the warden nor any of his men, nor any one
else has been personally injured,"

"Hang it, sir, I wish they had cut all our throats to teach us more
discretion!" broke forth Old Hurricane.

"I am afraid that the lesson so taught would have come too late to