“CARROTS.”

  
 

“What does he mean?” said Captain Desart..

Floss, who had been waiting unobserved in
her corner all this time, thought this a good
opportunity for coming forward.

“He means the policeman,” she said. “O
papa!” she went on, running up to her little
brother and throwing her arms round him, the
tears streaming down her face, “O papa! poor
little Carrots! he doesn't understand.”

“Where did you come from?” said her
father gruffly, but not unkindly, for Floss was.
rather a favorite of his. “What do you mean
about his not understanding? Did you know
about this business, Floss ?”’

“Qh no, papa,” said Floss, her face flush-
ing; “I’m too big not to understand.”

“Of course you are,” said Captain Desart ;
“and Carrots is big enough, too, to understand
the very plain rule that he is not to touch
what does not belong to him. He was told,
too, that nurse had lost a half-sovereign, and
he might then have owned to having taken it,.
and given it back, and then things would not.