“CARROTS.”

This chapter has seemed almost more about
Floss than Carrots, you will say perhaps; but
I couldn’t tell you anything of Carrots’s history
without telling you a great deal about Floss
too, so I dare say you won’t mind. I dare say,
too, you will not care to hear much more about
Carrots when he was a baby; for, aftér all,
babies are all very like each other, and a baby
that wasn’t like others would not de a baby.
To Floss, I fancy, he seemed a remarkable
baby; but that may have been because he was
her very own, and the only baby she had’ ever
known. He was certainly very good, in so far
as he gave nurse exceedingly little trouble; but
why children should give trouble when they are
perfectly well, and have everything they can
possibly want, I have never been able to de-
cide. On the whole, I think it must have
something to do with the people who take care

of them, as well as with themselves.

Now we will say good-by to Carrots as a