On the morning after Daniel's glorious adventure, the girl Susan found it necessary to withdraw from her Aunt Hepsy's unsettled atmosphere and seek the calmer climate of her Aunt Tab. As usual, she appeared about breakfast time on a washing day; and as usual Tabitha expressed much concern and regret. Susan enjoyed a good breakfast, and found herself able to take an important part in the subject of the moment. To those who are familiar with the rustic's sense of humour, it need not be said that the event of that morning was Daniel Brendon's appearance whiskerless. Over night they had not seen him, for a hunger, higher than need of meat or drink, filled the man after his walk with the storm. He had desired no human face to come between him and his thoughts, had done his work by lantern-light in an outhouse, and had then gone to his chamber and there communed with his God. Kneeling, he poured out immense gratitude and thanksgiving; and before the first narrow light of day called him to rise, Brendon had wakened and again devoutly turned his thoughts to the creed that controlled him. His advent at the breakfast table provoked titters, then guffaws, then questions. Agg first marked the change and thrust his elbow into Joe Tapson's ribs; then Tabitha cocked her thin nose, and John Prout smiled calmly. It was Lethbridge who first dared to approach the subject directly. After Walter Agg had stroked his own cheeks and Tapson subtly inquired what was the price of hair for stuffing pillow-cases, Peter Lethbridge boldly spoke and reminded Dan of a circumstance that he had forgotten. Upon his abstraction at breakfast fell a startling utterance. "Good Lord, Dan!" cried Lethbridge with great affected concern, "the wind have blowed off your whiskers, my bold hero!" Then laughter echoed, so that the lamp shook and Mr. Prout ordered silence. "You'll wake master!" he said. "Can't a man shave his hair as it pleases him, without you zanies making that row?" "You'm a hardened bachelor, John," said Tapson; "but I know better--eh, Dan'l? Ban't what pleases you, but what pleases her--come now?" "If she'd axed un to shave his head, the poor soul would have done it--wouldn't you, Dan?" asked Agg. "I'd forgot 'em," confessed Brendon. "I dare say it looks odd to your silly eyes." "Did she cut 'em off with her scissors?" inquired Lethbridge, and Tabitha, taking Daniel's side, felt it necessary to reprove him. "You eat your bacon and don't be too funny, Peter Lethbridge," she said, "else you might hurt yourself." Brendon's love affair was well known and had already formed matter for mirth. "You've done wrong, however," declared Tapson. "When Sarah Jane sees that great jowl of thine laid naked as a pig's chap, she'll wish the whiskers back." "'Tis like as if you got two triangles of white paint upon your cheeks, Mr. Brendon," ventured Susan respectfully. "You'm a lost man, mark me," continued Joe Tapson. "'Twas a rash act, and you'll rue it yet."