"Damfool!" he burst out savagely and loudly, for there was no danger of being overheard. Having relieved his feelings in this manner, he urged the old Arab forward, and the buggy once more joggled down the road. It was not until the half-hour's recess that Eddy obtained an opportunity to deliver the note. He pulled out of his satchel, which hung on a peg in the veranda of the school, a brown paper parcel containing his lunch--egg sandwiches. Clutching this in one hand, he made his way to the back garden of the school, and found Flora Bullin there. It was their trysting place. "Have a sweet?" she asked, handing him a lozenge which had become rather damp and limp in her hand. "Lozengers--eh!" said Eddy, and transferred the delicate morsel to his mouth. "I say," he said, "that's nice." He took a huge bite out of one of his egg sandwiches and began to speak again, with his mouth full. "I say, Florry, Jim Sarkies is sweet on Lizzie." "Lizzie is a horrid cat," replied Florry, as she soberly chose a sweet for herself out of a glass bottle. "She pinched me--awfool, last night, as I lay awake and listened. See there," and Florry bared a small arm showing the blue marks of a finger and thumb. Eddy examined it gravely. "How did you get caught?" he inquired--"laff?" "Yes." "Well, you are a muff. I never get caught that way." "Oh, but you're a boy!" "Yes; when I'm a man I'm going to marry you--do you hear that?" Florry nodded. "All right," she said. "What did Jimmee say about Lizzie?" "Oh! he gave me--a--hm--no--he gave me a letter for Lizzie, and I promised to give it to you to give to her, y'know." "Where's the letter?--give it to me." Eddy pulled out of his pocket the envelope, now soiled and grimy from contact with a peg-top, a bit of native sweetmeat, and the leather pouch of his catapult. "Here 'tis," he said; "you'll give it to Lizzie?" Florry took the letter carefully. "It's very dirty," she said, as she slipped it into her pocket. There was a silence of about a minute, during which time Eddy finished the remainder of his sandwiches. "Well," he said, "I'm off to bowl a little; you girls are no use--can't do anything." "Stop a minute, Eddy. Lizzie _is_ a cat. She don't like you neither. Wouldn't it be fun to give this letter to paw?" "Urn," reflected Eddy, "Lizzie pinched you. I won't have anybody pinching you, y'know. I'm going to marry you when I grow up. Serve Jimmy Sarkies right, too," he added, suddenly brightening up--"awful sneak. Yes, leave it on your paw's table, and say nothing. I'm off now, only ten minutes left." "Look here, Eddy." "Oh, bother! what's it now?" "Only this. I might like to marry some one else, you know, when I grow up. Ta--ta." She blew a kiss at him, and was gone. Eddy thrust his hands into his pockets and looked moodily after her. Suddenly an idea seemed to strike him. "It's Billy Bunder," he said, striking his clenched fist into his open palm--"only wait till I catch him----"