National Congress; for, of all the fools that ever I have met in my
life, the people of this county are the greatest! And fools should
at least be represented by one clever man--and Black Donald is the
very fellow! He is decidedly the ablest man in this congressional
district."

"Except yourself, dear uncle!" said Capitola.

"Except nobody, Miss Impudence!--least of all me! The experience of
the last week has convinced me that I ought to have a cap and bells
awarded me by public acclamation!" said Old Hurricane, stamping
about in fury.

The good minister finding that he could make no sort of impression
upon the irate old man, soon took his leave, telling Mrs. Condiment
that if he could be of any service to her in her trouble she must be
sure to let him know.

At this Capitola and Mrs. Condiment exchanged looks, and the old
lady, thanking him for his kindness, said that if it should become
necessary, she should gratefully avail herself of it.

That day the camp meeting broke up.

Major Warfield struck tents and with his family and baggage returned
to Hurricane Hall.

On their arrival, each member of the party went about his or her own
particular business.