“CARROTS.”

Floss looked at her own tangle of fluffy hair
with new reverence. “Hair somesing like my
hairs,” she whispered. “QO nursie, dear nur-
sie, may Floss see him?”

“Get up and let me dress you quickly, and
you shall see him; no fear but that you ’ll see
more of the poor little fellow than you care
about,” said nurse, though the last words were
hardly meant for Floss.

The truth was, that though of course every

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one meant to be kind to this new little baby,
to take proper care of him, and all that sort
of thing, no one was particularly glad he had
come. His father and mother felt that five
boys and girls were already a good number to
bring up well and educate and start in life,
not being very rich, you see; and even nurse,
who had the very kindest heart in the world,
and had taken care of them all, beginning with

felt, I think, that they could have done without
this red-haired little stranger. For nurse was

no longer as young as she had been; and as

Jack, ever since they were born, —even nurse -