"Don't want rows," he said emphatically to himself. His excitement was so great that he contented himself with about one-third of his usual quantity of curry for breakfast, and, entering his buggy, a legacy from his father, in which an old flea-bitten Arab worked loyally, he drove toward his place of business. "Mind and come back earlee, Jimmee!" screamed his aunt after him. "Yes, auntee," and the buggy rattled out of the gate on to the road, a cloud of dust rising behind it. He had not gone far when he saw Eddy Bunny before him, walking to school, a satchel full of books swinging in his hand. A happy thought struck Sarkies; Eddy Bunny attended the High School, where both boys and girls were taught, in different classes, however. Now Sarkies knew that a small sister of Lizzie's was also a pupil at the school. If he could only induce Eddy to give the verses to Florry they would be sure to reach safely. He pulled up, therefore. "Hallo, Eddy!" "Hallo!" shouted back the boy, making a shambling sort of salute. "Want a lift?--drive you to school." "Orright," and Eddy climbed in. "When I grow up I'm going to get a buggy better than this." Sarkies felt a little nettled, but made no reply. He hit the horse smartly, and the beast kicked up its heels, and then went on. "I say, give me the whip." "Here you are; and look here, Eddy, I want you to do something for me." "Aw!" "Do you know Florry Bullin?" "She's my sweetheart," replied Eddy; "I'm going to marry her when I grow up." Better and better, thought Sarkies. "Well, look here, Eddy: Lizzie is _my_ sweetheart, and I want to marry her." "Then you are not going to marry Aunty Halsa? But she wouldn't marry you; she is going to marry Mr. Galbraith." "What!" Sarkies pulled the reins in and stopped the horse. "Yes. What'er you stopping for?"--chick, slish--and Eddy used the whip with all his little might. "Are you sure of this?" asked Sarkies, as they moved on. "Yes; paw said he'd lick me if I spoke about it." "Well, look here, Eddy; I want you to give a letter I have to Lizzie; give it to Florry, and tell her to give it. I will give you a ru--no, eight annas, if you do this, and mind and keep quiet about it, or I'll tell that you spoke about Aunty Halsa." "Give me the eight annas," said Eddy, stretching out his disengaged hand. They had reached the school gate by this time. "All right; get down first." Eddy descended, and held out a small paw, into which Sarkies dropped the coin. "Quick!" said Eddy, "the bell is ringing. Give me the letter." Sarkies handed him the note. "Be careful," he said, and Eddy, nodding, turned back in the direction of the school. He had not gone ten yards, however, when he stopped suddenly. "Mr. Sarkies!" he shouted. "What is it?" "Oh! I heard paw tell maw that you are to be turned out of church--wot fun!" He turned again and ran down the road toward the school. Sarkies was taken aback. He had no idea that the elder meant to carry his threat out.