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plan."

"If it's anything about baccy pouches--" began the young man
ungratefully.
"It ain't," interrupted Mr. Boom, "it's quite diff'rent Now, you'd best get
aboard your craft and do your duty. There's more young men won girls'
'arts while doing of ther duty than--than--if they wasn't doing their duty.
Do you understand me?"
It is inadvisable to quarrel with a prospective father-in-law, so that
Tarrell said he did, and with a moody nod tumbled into his boat and put
off to the smack. Mr. Boom having walked up and down a bit, and
exchanged a few greetings, bent his steps in the direction of the "Jolly
Sailor," and, ordering two mugs of ale, set them down on a small bench
opposite his old friend Raggett.
"I see young Tarrell go off grumpy-like," said Raggett, drawing a mug
towards him and gazing at the fast-receding boats.
"Ay, we'll have to do what we talked about," said Boom slowly. "It's
opposition what that gal wants. She simply sits and mopes for the want
of somebody to contradict her."
"Well, why don't you do it?" said Raggett. "That ain't much for a father
to do surely."
"I hev," said the other slowly, "more than once. O' course, when I insist
upon a thing, it's done; but a woman's a delikit creeter, Raggett, and the
last row we had she got that ill that she couldn't get up to get my
breakfast ready, no, nor my dinner either. It made us both ill, that did."
"Are you going to tell Tarrell?" inquired Raggett.
"No," said his friend. "Like as not he'd tell her just to curry favour with
her. I'm going to tell him he's not to come to the house no more. That'll
make her want him to come, if anything will. Now there's no use
wasting time. You begin to-day."
"I don't know what to say," murmured Raggett, nodding to him as he

raised the beer to his lips.
"Just go now and call in--you might take her a nosegay."
"I won't do nothing so damned silly," said Raggett shortly.
"Well, go without 'em," said Boom impatiently; "just go and get
yourselves talked about, that's all--have everybody making game of
both of you, talking about a good-looking young girl being
sweet-hearted by an old chap with one foot in the grave and a face like
a dried herring. That's what I want."
Mr. Raggett, who was just about to drink, put his mug down again and
regarded his friend fixedly.
"Might, I ask who you're alloodin' to?" he inquired somewhat shortly.
Mr. Boom, brought up in mid-career, shuffled a little and laughed
uneasily. "Them ain't my words, old chap," he said; "it was the way she
was speaking of you the other day."
"Well, I won't have nothin' to do with it," said Raggett, rising.
"Well, nobody needn't know anything about it," said Boom, pulling
him down to his seat again. "She won't tell, I'm sure--she wouldn't like
the disgrace of it."
"Look here," said Raggett, getting up again.
"I mean from her point of view," said Mr. Boom querulously; "you're
very 'asty, Raggett."
"Well, I don't care about it," said Raggett slowly; "it seemed all right
when we was talking about it; but s'pose I have all my trouble for
nothing, and she don't take Dick after all? What then?"
"Well, then there's no harm done," said his friend, "and it 'll be a bit o'
sport for both of us. You go up and start, an' I'll have another pint of
beer and a clean pipe waiting for you against you come back."

Sorely against his better sense Mr. Raggett rose and went off,
grumbling. It was fatiguing work on a hot day, climbing the road up the
cliff, but he took it quietly, and having gained the top, moved slowly
towards the cottage.
"Morning, Mr. Raggett," said Kate cheerily, as he entered the cottage.
"Dear, dear, the idea of an old man like you climbing about! It's
wonderful."
"I'm sixty-seven," said Mr. Raggett viciously, "and I feel as young as
ever I did."
"To be sure," said Kate soothingly; "and look as young as ever you did.
Come in and sit down a bit."
Mr. Raggett with some trepidation complied, and sitting in a very
upright position, wondered how he should begin. "I am just
sixty-seven," he said slowly. "I'm not old and I'm not young, but I'm
just old enough to begin to want somebody to look after me a bit."
"I shouldn't while I could get about if I were you," said the innocent
Kate. "Why not wait until you're bed-ridden?"
"I don't mean that at all," said Mr. Raggett snappishly. "I mean I'm
thinking of getting married."
"Good--gracious!" said Kate, open-mouthed.
"I may have one foot in the grave,