Raff tried to think but in vain.

"Could it be Boomphoffen?" suggested the dame. "I've heard how they've had two sons turn out bad--Gerard and Lambert?"

"It might be," said Raff. "Look if there's letters on the watch; that'll guide us some."

"Bless thee, man," cried the happy dame, eagerly lifting the watch. "Why, thou'rt sharper than ever! Sure enough. Here's letters! L.J.B. That's Lambert Boomphoffen, you may depend. What the J is for I can't say, but they used to be grand kind o' people, high-feathered as fancy fowl. Just the kind to give their children all double names, which isn't Scripture, anyway."

"I don't know about that, vrouw. Seems to me there's long mixed names in the holy Book, hard enough to make out. But you've got the right guess at a jump. It was your way always," said Raff, closing his eyes. "Take the watch to Boompkinks and try."

"Not Boompkinks. I know no such name; it's Boomphoffen."

"Take it there, man! Why the whole brood of them's been gone to America these four years. But go to sleep, Raff, you look pale and out of strength. It'll al come to you, what's best to do, in the morning.

"So, Mistress Gretel! Here you are at last!"