There is one thing I'd like, but I don't suppose you have it.

A little tobacco.

I'm clean out of it, and I'd like a smoke." "We've got tobacco all right," said Robert.

"You know," he added to Janet, "in that tin labelled 'For--'" But Janet stopped him in time, and drew him aside.

"Run and get it," she said; "but be sure to scrape the label off.