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, Uncle Larry,--to--to Her, you know? With Her name on?" Uncle Larry was getting into his overcoat. He laughed. The tender light that had been for an instant in his face he had put away again out of sight. "No; I'm my own ''spressman.' You've got some things to learn, Reg, before you grow up." "I'd ravver learn 'em now. Tell me 'em! Tell what you do _then_." The old mocking light was back in Uncle Larry's eyes. This small chap with the earnest little face was good as a play. "'_Then'?_ Then, sure, I go to the door and ring the bell. Then I kneel on one knee like this, and hold out the box--" "The Treasury Box--yes, go on." "--Like this. And I say, 'Fair One, accept this humble offering, I beseech thee'--"