And at the end of his narrative Cap knew as much of her own history
as the reader has known all along.
"And I have a mother, and I shall even see her soon! You told me she
was coming home with the party--did you not, Uncle?" said Capitola.
"Yes, my child. Only think of it! I saved the daughter from the
streets of New York, and my son saved the mother from her prison at
the madhouse! And now, my dear Cap, I must bid you good night and go
to bed, for I intend to rise to-morrow morning long before daylight,
to ride to Tip Top to meet the Staunton stage," said the old man,
kissing Capitola.
Just as he was about to leave the room he was arrested by a loud
ringing and knocking at the door.
Wool was heard running along the front hall to answer the summons.
"Cap, I shouldn't wonder much if that was our party. I wish it may
be, for I should like to welcome them before I leave home to fetch
my wife," said Old Hurricane, in a voice of agitation.
And while they were still eagerly listening, the door was thrown
open by Wool, who announced:
"Marse Herbert, which I mean to say, Major Herbert Greyson;" and
Herbert entered and was grasped by the two hands of Old Hurricane,
who exclaimed:
"Ah, Herbert, my lad! I have got your letters. It is all right,
Herbert, or going to be so. You shall marry Cap when you like.
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