Therefore, what did the honest soul do
but steal out to the stables, saddle and mount a horse and ride back
to the house just as Mrs. Condiment had come out into the poultry
yard to get eggs for breakfast.
"Missus Compliment, ma'am, I'se been out all night in search of Miss
Caterpillar, without finding of her. Is she come back, ma'am?"
"Lor', no, indeed, Wool! I'm very anxious, and the major is taking
on dreadful! But I hope she is safe in some house. But, poor Wool,
you must have had a dreadful time out all night in the storm looking
for her!"
"Awful! Missus Compliment, ma'am, awful!" said Wool.
"Indeed, I know you had, poor creature, come in and get some warm
breakfast," said the kind old lady.
"I dare'nt, Missus Compliment. Old marse forbid me to show my face
to him until I fotch Miss Caterpillar home safe," said Wool, turning
his horse's head as if to go. In doing so he saw Capitola galloping
toward the house, and with an exclamation of joy pointed her out to
the old lady and rode on to meet her.
"Oh, Miss Caterpillar, I'se so glad I've found you! I'se done been
out looking for you all night long!" exclaimed Wool, as he met her.
Capitola pulled up her horse and surveyed the speaker with a comical
expression, saying:
"Been out all night looking for me! Well, I must say you seem in a
fine state of preservation for a man who has been exposed to the
storm all night.
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