&ldquo;And didn&rsquo;t she turn on Charley, with her voice like an old night cabman&rsquo;s! &lsquo;Rubbish. Don&rsquo;t know where you&rsquo;ve been! Stuff and nonsense. You&rsquo;ve walked the girl off her legs. Don&rsquo;t do it again.&rsquo; </p> <p> &ldquo;It&rsquo;s surprising how meek Charley could be with that old woman. Only on one occasion he whispered to me, &lsquo;I&rsquo;m jolly glad she isn&rsquo;t Maggie&rsquo;s aunt, except by marriage. That&rsquo;s no sort of relationship.&rsquo; But I think he let Maggie have too much of her own way. She was hopping all over that ship in her yachting skirt and a red tam o&rsquo; shanter like a bright bird on a dead black tree. The old salts used to grin to themselves when they saw her coming along, and offered to teach her knots or splices. I believe she liked the men, for Charley&rsquo;s sake, I suppose. </p> <p> &ldquo;As you may imagine, the fiendish propensities of that cursed ship were never spoken of on board. Not in the cabin, at any rate. Only once on the homeward passage Charley said, incautiously, something about bringing all her crew home this time. Captain Colchester began to look uncomfortable at once, and that silly, hard-bitten old woman flew out at Charley as though he had said something indecent. I was quite confounded myself; as to Maggie, she sat completely mystified, opening her blue eyes very wide. Of course, before she was a day older she wormed it all out of me. She was a very difficult person to lie to. </p> <p> &ldquo;&lsquo;How awful,&rsquo; she said, quite solemn. &lsquo;So many poor fellows. I am glad the voyage is nearly over. I won&rsquo;t have a moment&rsquo;s peace about Charley now.&rsquo; </p> <p> &ldquo;I assured her Charley was all right. It took more than that ship knew to get over a seaman like Charley. And she agreed with me. </p> <p> &ldquo;Next day we got the tug off Dungeness; and when the tow-rope was fast Charley rubbed his hands and said to me in an undertone&mdash; </p> <p> &ldquo;&lsquo;We&rsquo;ve baffled her, Ned.&rsquo; </p> <p> &ldquo;&lsquo;Looks like it,&rsquo; I said, with a grin at him. It was beautiful weather, and the sea as smooth as a millpond. We went up the river without a shadow of trouble except once, when off Hole Haven, the brute took a sudden sheer and nearly had a barge anchored just clear of the fairway. But I was aft, looking after the steering, and she did not catch me napping that time. Charley came up on the poop, looking very concerned. &lsquo;Close shave,&rsquo; says he. </p> <p> &ldquo;&lsquo;Never mind, Charley,&rsquo; I answered, cheerily. &lsquo;You&rsquo;ve tamed her.&rsquo; </p> <p> &ldquo;We were to tow right up to the dock.