"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."
"Well, I can't have you there," said the captain, with a mildness that
surprised himself. "One of my rules--"
Miss Vickers interposed. "I've read'em all over and over again," she
said, impatiently.
"If it occurs again," said the other, "I shall have to speak to Joseph
very seriously about it."
"Talk to me," said Miss Vickers, sharply; "that's what I come in for. I
can talk to you better than what Joseph can, I know. What harm do you
think I was doing your old kitchen? Don't you try and interfere between
me and my Joseph, because I won't have it.
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