“ CARROTS.”

“Tam never, never to take nucken that I’m

not sure is mine,” he said slowly. “And if

ever I’m not sure I’m to ask somebody, — you,

or nursie, or Floss, or sometimes, perhaps, Cecil.
But I don’t think I’d better ask Mott, for per-
haps he wouldn’t under’tand.”

But Mott’s mother took care that before the
day was over Mott should “ under’tand ” some-
thing of where and how he had been in fault ;
that there are sometimes ways of doing right

which turn it into “wrong ;” and that want of
pity and tenderness for the wrong-dver never,

never can be right.