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.