“CARROTS.”

“No, indeed, nurse; it’s a thing papa should
be told,” said Mott, in his innermost heart half
inclined to yield, but working himself up to im-
agine he was acting very heroically. And, not- .
withstanding nurse’s distress and Floss’s tears,
off he marched his unfortunate little brother to
the study.

“ Papa,” he said, knocking at the door, “may
Icome in? There’s something I must speak
to you about immediately.”

«Come in, then,’ was the reply. «Well,

 
 

and what’s the matter now? Has Carrots
hurt himself?” asked his father, naturally
enough, for his red-haired little son looked
pitiable in the extreme as he crept into the
room after Maurice, frightened, bewildered, and,
so far as his gentle disposition was capable
of such a feeling, indignant also, all at once.

“No,” replied Maurice, pushing Carrots for-
ward, “he’s not hurt himself; it’s worse than
that. Papa,” he continued excitedly, “you
whipped me once, when I was a little fellow,
for telling a story. I am very sorry to trouble