FLOSS’S BABY, 15.

I get from Miss Flossie is really astonishing,
and Master Baby is that fond of her already,
you'd hardly believe it.”

And Floss’s mother kissed her, and told her
she was a good little soul; and Floss felt, oh,
so proud! Then a second thought struck her.
“Baby dood too, mamma,” she said, staring up:
into her mother’s face with her bright, search-
ing gray-green eyes.

“ Yes,” said her mother with a little sigh,
“poor baby is good too, dear;” and then she
had to hurry off to a great overhauling of
Jack’s shirts, which were, if possible, to be:
made to last him another half-year at school.

So it came to pass that a great deal of
Floss’s life was spent in the nursery with Car-
rots. He was better than twenty dolls; for
after a while he actually learned, first to stand
alone, and then to walk, and after a longer
while he learned to talk, and to understand all.
that Floss said to him, and by and by to play’
games with her in his baby way. And how
patient Floss was with him! It was no wonder’

he loved her.