SIX YEARS OLD.

“Egos,” said Carrots; “eggs and potatoes,
and — and — cake?”

«But even that would be a sort of killing,”
persisted Floss, though feeling by no means.
sure that she was not getting beyond her
depth. “If we didn’t eat eggs, they would
grow into chickens, and so eating stops them ;.
and potatoes have roots, and when they’re pulled
up they don’t grow; and cake has eggs in, and
—oh, I don’t know; let’s talk of something
else.”

« What?” said Carrots. “ Fairies?”

“Jf you like; or supposing we talk about:
when auntie comes and brings Sybil.”

«Yes,” said Carrots; “I like that best.”

«Well, then,” began Floss, “supposing it is.
late in the evening when they come. You
would be in bed, Carrots, dear; but I would
have begged to sit up a little longer, and”? —

«No, Floss; that isn’t nice. I won't talk
about Sybil, if you make it like that,” inter-.
rupted Carrots, his voice sounding as if he
were going to cry. “Sybil isn’t any bigger
than me. I wouldn’t be in bed, Floss.”

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