we

‘ SIX YEARS OLD.

you see, Carrots; not like fancies about fairies
and Sybil coming.”

«“ But when Sybil does come, that'll be real
then,” said Carrots.

«Of course,’ agreed Floss; “but fancying
about it before isn’t real.”

It took Carrots a little while to get this
into his head. Then he began again, —

«Whene will you have thinkened enough,
Floss? By teatime?”

«JT don’t know. No;I1 think you had better
wait till to-morrow morning, and then perhaps
the plan will be ready.”

«Very well,” said Carrots, adding, with a
little sigh, “to-morrow morning is a long time,
tn Hossa

«Not very,” said Floss consolingly. “Now,
Carrots, let’s have one more race, and then we

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must go in,’