"But"-- he glanced about him again--"give them to me, please, when Tant Mettie isn't looking." His nod was all mystery.
"You may rely on my discretion," I replied, throwing the time-honoured prejudices of the profession to the winds, and well pleased to aid and abet the simple-minded soul in his nefarious designs against little Sannie's digestive apparatus.

He patted me on the back.

"PEPPERMINT lollipops, mind!" he went on, in the same solemn undertone.

"Sannie likes them best--peppermint." I put my foot in the stirrup, and vaulted into my saddle.

"They shall not be forgotten," I answered, with a quiet smile at this pretty little evidence of fatherly feeling.