She seized a great ladle, and flourished it gaily.  "I am a magician," she laughed, "and this is my wand.  I make no doubt when my prisoner tastes my Norfolk dumplings even his hard heart will be softened, and he will make fair confession.  And I have here besides a noble collar of brawn that would turn even a heathen to a better mind!  But, indeed, sir," she added, changing her banter to a winning tone of apology.  "I would not pry into your confidence, but whatever service I can render to General Harrison's nephew, that I am bound to give."