He laid his hand upon her shoulder and said: "You little witch!" Something in the tone seemed to strike upon the maiden's ear as if it were not unfamiliar to her; and she looked up hastily.
"Do you not remember me, little Dulcy?
Why I rocked you on my foot in the old Captain's house in Boston many a day." "Is it not uncle Robie ?" said the girl.

She had not seen him since she was four years old.
The jailer smiled.

"Of course it is," he replied, "just uncle Robie.

The old captain never went to sea that Robie Foster did not go as first mate.

And a blessed day it was when I came to be first mate of this jail-ship; though I never thought to see the old captain's bonnie bird among my boarders." "And do you think I really am a witch, uncle Robie ?" "Of course ye are.