FLOSS’S BABY.

Where did you come from, Baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here?

But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought about you, and so I am here!
G. MAcDONALD.

His real name was Fabian. But he was
never called anything but Carrots. There
‘were six of them, — Jack, Cecil, Louise, Mau-
rice, commonly called Mott, Floss, dear, dear
Floss, whom he loved best of all, a long way

the best of all, and lastly Carrots.

Why Carrots should have come to have his

history written I really cannot say. I must
leave you, who understand such things a good
deal better than I, you children, for whom the