d me to call for it," faltered the young man.

Miss Boom turned her head, and, regarding him steadily, noted the rising
colour and the shuffling feet.

"Did he say where he had left it?" she inquired.

"No," said the other.

"Well, my time's too valuable to waste looking for pouches," said Kate,
bending down to her book again, "but if you like to go in and look for
it, you may!"

She moved aside to let him pass, and sat listening with a slight smile
as she heard him moving about the room.

"I can't find it," he said, after a pretended search.

"Better try the kitchen now then," said Miss Boom, without looking up,
"and then the scullery. It might be in the woodshed or even down the
garden. You haven't half looked."

She heard the kitchen door close behind him, and then, taking her book
with her, went upstairs to her room. The conscientious Tarrell, having
duly searched all the above-mentioned places, returned to the parlour
and waited. He waited a quarter of an hour, and then going out by the
front door, stood irresolute.

"I can't find it," he said at length, addressing himself to the bedroom
window.

"No. I was coming down to tell you," said Miss Boom, glancing sedately
at him from over the geraniums. "I remember seeing father take it out
with him this morning."

Tarrell affected a clumsy surprise. "It doesn't matter," he said. "How
nice your geraniums are."

"Yes, they're all right," said Miss Boom briefly.

"I can't think how you keep 'em so nice," said Tarrell.

"Well, don't try," said Miss Boom kindly. "You'd better go back and tell
father about the pouch. Perhaps he's waiting for a smoke all this time."

"There's no hurry," said the young man; "perhaps he's found it."

"Well, I can't stop to talk," said the girl; "I'm busy reading."

With these heartless words she withdrew into the room, and the
discomfited swain, only too conscious of the sorry figure he cut,
went slowly back to the harbour, to be met by Mr. Boom with a wink of
aggravating and portentous dimensions.

"You've took a long time," he said slyly. "There's nothing like a little
scheming in these things."

"It didn't lead to much," said the discomfited Tarrell.

"Don't be in a hurry, my lad," said the elder man, after listening to
his experiences. "I've been thinking over this little affair for some
time now, an' I think I've got a plan."

"If it's anything about baccy pouches--" began the young man
ungratefully.

"It ain't,