CARROTS IN TROUBLE.

have looked so bad. Take him up to my dress-
ing-room, Maurice, and leave him there till I
come.”

“May I go with him, papa?” said Floss
very timidly.

“No,” said her father, “you may not.”

So Mott led off poor weeping Carrots, and
all the way up-stairs he kept sobbing to him-
self, “I never touched nurse’s sovereigns. I
never did. I didn’t know she had any sov-

ereigns.”
“Hold your tongue!” said Mott; “what is

the use of telling more stories about it?”

“I didn’t tell stories. I said I hided the
sixpenny my own self, but I never touched
nurse’s sovereigns; I never did.”

«I believe you’re more that half an idiot,”
said Mott angry and yet sorry—angry with
himself, too, somehow.

Floss, left alone with her father, ventured
on another appeal.

“You won't whip Carrots till mamma comes

in, will you, papa?” she said softly.

   

 

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