“ CARROTS.”

they together made their way to the dressing-
room.

It was almost dark. The key was in the
lock, and Mrs. Desart felt for it and turned ite §
but when she opened the door it was too dark
in the room to distinguish anything.

“Carrots,” she said; but there was no an-

swer. ‘Where can he be?” she said rather

anxiously. “Floss, run and get a light.”

Floss ran off; she was back again in a min-
ute, for she had met nurse on the stairs with
a candle in her hand. But even with the light
they could not all at once find Carrots, and
although they called to him there was no
answer.

“Can he have got out of the window?”
Mrs. Desart was beginning to say, when Floss
interrupted her.

“Here he is, mamma!” she exclaimed. « Oh,
poor little Carrots! mamma, nursie, do look!”

There he was, indeed, fast, fast asleep !
Extra fast asleep, for his troubles and his tears

had worn him out. He was lying in a corner