"Indeed, I fear that this is an unwarranted intrusion on my part,
Miss Day."

"You are very welcome," replied the sweetest voice Capitola had ever
heard, as the young girl arose and advanced to meet her. "But you
have been exposed to the storm Please come into my room and change
your clothes," continued the young hostess, as she took Cap's hand
and led her into an adjoining room.

The storm was still raging, but these apartments being in the
central portion of the strong old house, were but little exposed to
the sight or sound of its fury.

There was a lamp burning upon the mantelpiece, by the light of which
the young girl furnished her visitor with dry clothing and assisted
her to change, saying as she did so;

"I think we are about the same size, and that my clothes will fit
you; but I will not offer you mourning habiliments--you shall have
this lilac silk."

"I am very sorry to see you in mourning," said Capitola, earnestly.

"It is for my father," replied Clara, very softly.

As they spoke the eyes of the two young girls met. They were both
good physiognomists and intuitive judges, of character. Consequently
in the full meeting of their eyes they read, understood and
appreciated each other.