CARROTS “ALL ZIGHT”’ AGAIN. 85

Somewhat slowly Carrots’s mother made her
way up-stairs. She was tired and rather
troubled. She did not believe that her poor
little boy had really done wrong wilfully, but
it seemed difficult to manage well among
so many children; she was grieved, also, at
‘Maurice’s hastiness and want of tender feel-
ing; and she saw, too, how little fitted Carrots
was to make his way in this rough-and-ready
world.

“How would it be without me? My poor

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children she thought with a sigh.

But a little hand was slipped into hers.

“Mamma, dear, I’m so glad you thought
of the sovereigns. I’m sure Carrots didn’t
mean to be naughty. Mamma dear, though
he zs so little, Carrots always means to be
good ; I don’t think he could even be frightened
into doing anything that he understood was
naughty, though he is so easily frightened
other ways.”

“My good little Floss, my comforter,” said
her mother, patting Floss’s hand, and then