"Surely, it can be none other! I might have known thee by that pretty maiden air of thine--that dainty, finicking manner of gait.

Dost thou not know me, lad?
Look upon me well." "Now, by the breath of my body!" cried the other, "I do believe from my heart that thou art mine own Uncle Robin.

Nay, certain it is so!" And each flung his arms around the other, kissing him upon the cheek.
Then once more Robin held his kinsman off at arm's length and scanned him keenly from top to toe.

"Why, how now," quoth he, "what change is here?
Verily, some eight or ten years ago I left thee a stripling lad, with great joints and ill-hung limbs, and lo! here thou art, as tight a fellow as e'er I set mine eyes upon.

Dost thou not remember, lad, how I showed thee the proper way to nip the goose feather betwixt thy fingers and throw out thy bow arm steadily?
Thou gayest great promise of being a keen archer.