“Oh no, I thank you,” replied the Reformed Pirate, “I would rather not.”

“Perhaps, then, some of your men might like a trinket or a bit of cloth—­”

“Oh, I have no men!  There is no one on board but myself—­excepting a little girl, who is a passenger.  But I must be going.  Good-by, Captain!”

“I am sorry you are in such a hurry,” said the Captain.  “Is there anything at all that I can do for you?”

“No, thank you.  But stop!—­there may be something.  Do you sail to any port where there is a trade in tidies?”

“Oh yes!  To several such,” said the Captain.

“Well, then, I would be very much obliged to you,” said the Reformed Pirate, “if you would sometimes stop off that point that you see there, and send a boat ashore to my house for a load of tidies.”

“You manufacture them by the quantity, then?” asked the Captain.

“I expect to,” said the other, sadly.

The Captain promised to stop, and, after shaking hands with every person on deck, the Reformed Pirate went down the side of the ship, and taking in his ladder and his grapnels, he pushed off.

As he slowly sailed away, having lowered his flag, the Captain looked over the side of his ship, and said: 

“If I had only known that there was nobody but a little girl on board!  I thought, of course, he had a boat-load of pirates.”

Corette asked a great many questions about everything that had happened on the ship, for she had heard the noise and confusion as she sat below in the little boat; but her companion was disposed to be silent, and said very little in reply.

When the trip was over, and they had reached the island, the Reformed Pirate made his boat fast, and taking little Corette by the hand, he walked up to the house of the Practicing Wizard.

This was a queer place.  It was a great rambling house, one story high in some places, and nine or ten in other places; and then, again, it seemed to run into the ground and re-appear at a short distance—­the different parts being connected by cellars and basements, with nothing but flower-gardens over them.

Corette thought she had never seen such a wonderful building; but she had not long to look at the outside of it, for her companion, who had been there before, and knew the ways of the place, went up to a little door in a two-story part of the house and knocked.  Our friends were admitted by a dark cream-colored slave, who informed them that the Practicing Wizard was engaged with other visitors, but that he would soon be at leisure.

So Corette and the Reformed Pirate sat down in a handsome room, full of curious and wonderful things, and, in a short time, they were summoned into the Practicing Wizard’s private office.

“Glad to see you,” said he, as the Reformed Pirate entered.  “It has been a long time since you were here.  What can I do for you, now?  Want to know something about the whereabouts of any ships, or the value of any cargoes?”