"You'd better light the lamp if you want to see'em;
though the spelling ain't so noticeable in the dark."
The impressiveness of the captain's gaze was wasted in the darkness. For
a moment he hesitated, and then, with the dignity of a man whose spelling
has nothing to conceal, struck a match and lit the lamp. The lamp
lighted, he lowered the blind, and then seating himself by the window
turned with a majestic air to a thin slip of a girl with tow-coloured
hair, who stood by the door.
"Who are you?" he demanded, gruffly.
"My name's Vickers," said the young lady. "Selina Vickers. I heard all
what you've been saying to my Joseph, but, thank goodness, I can take my
own part. I don't want nobody to fight my battles for me. If you've got
anything to say about my voice you can say it to my face."
[Illustration: "Selina Vickers."]
Captain Bowers sat back and regarded her with impressive dignity. Miss
Vickers met his gaze calmly and, with a pair of unwinking green eyes,
stared him down.
"What were you doing in my pantry?" demanded the captain, at last.
"I was in your kitchen," replied Miss Vickers, with scornful emphasis on
the last word, "to see my young man.
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