“ CARROTS.”

CHAPTER V.

CARROTS IN TROUBLE.
“But bitter while they flow, are childish tears.”

“Now, Carrots,” said Mott, when he had
eaten what he considered might possibly sup-
port him for the next two hours, “now, Carrots,

let’s have the paint-box. You needn’t disturb

ourself,’ he continued; for Carrots was pre-
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paring to descend from his high chair. “I
know where you keep it; it’s in your drawer,
isn’t it? Which is his drawer, nurse? It'll be
a good opportunity for me to see if he keeps
it tidy.”

“No, no; let me get it myself!” cried Carrots,
tumbling himself off his chair anyhow in his.
eagerness. “Nurse, nurse! don’t tell him which
is mine; don’t let him take my paint-box; let

me get it my own self.”