had been at
_him_. The Little Lover was "certain sure" of that! In his shy little
way he had smiled back at Her and nodded. The warmth had kept on in
his heart all day. That was the day before he found out the Important
Thing.

Out in the front hall after supper he came upon a beautiful,
tantalizing smell that he failed for some time to locate. He went
about with his little nose up-tilted, in a persistent search. It was
such a beautiful smell!--not powerful and oversweet, but faint and
wonderful. The little nose searched on patiently till it found it.
There was a long box on the hall-table and the beautiful smell came
out under the lid and met the little, up-tilted nose half-way.

"I've found it! It's inside o' that box!" the Little Lover cried in
triumph. "Now I guess I better see what it looks like. Oh! why, it's
_posies!_" For there, in moist tissue wrappings, lay a cluster of
marvellous pale roses, breathing out their subtle sweetness into the
little face above them.

"Why, I didn't know _that_ was the way a beautiful smell looked!
I--it's very nice, isn't it? If it's Uncle Larry's, I'm goin' to ask
him-- Oh, Uncle Larry, can I have it? Can I? I want to put it in
Her--" But he caught himself up before he got quite to "Treasury
Box." He could not tell Uncle Larry about that.

The tall figure coming down the hall quickened its steps to a leap
towards the opened box on the table. Uncle Larry's face was flushed,
but he laughed--he always laughed.

"You little 'thafe o' the wurruld'!" he called out. "What are you
doing with my roses?"

"I want 'em--please," persisted the child, eagerly, thinking of the
Treasury Box and Her.

"Oh, you do, do you? But they're not for the likes o' you."

Sudden inspiration came to the Little Lover. If this was a Treasury
Box,--if he were right on the edge of finding out how you gave one--

"Is--is it for a She?" he asked, breathless with interest.

"A--'She'?" laughed Uncle Larry, but something as faint and tender as
the beautiful smell was creeping into his face. "Yes, it is for a
She, Reggie,--the most beautiful She in the world," he added, gently.
He was wrapping the beautiful smell again in the tissue wrappings.

Then it was a Treasury Box. Then you did the treasures up that way,
in thin, rattly paper like that. _Then_ what did you do? But he would
find out.

"Oh, I didn't know," he murmured. "I didn't know _that_ was the way!
Do you send it by the 'spressman, then, Uncl