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“CARROTS.”

  
 
  

But even at the seaside, regular, steady, .

 

“stupid” rainy days are trying. Carrots sat

 
 

at the nursery window one of these dull after-

 
 

noons, looking out wistfully.

 
 

«“ Floss,” he said, for Floss was sitting on the

 
 

floor learning her geography for the next day,

 
 

«Floss, it zs so raining,”
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“T know,” said Floss, stopping a minute

 
 

in her “principal rivers of Northern Europe.”

 
 

«“T wish there wasn’t so. much rain, and then

 
 

there wouldn't be so many rivers; or perhaps

 
 

if there weren’t so many rivers there wouldn’t

 
 

be so much rain. I wonder which it is?”

    
 

“Which beginned first —rivers or rain?”

 
 

said Carrots meditatively, “/¢at would tell.”

 
 

“T’m sure I don’t know, and I don’t believe

 
 

anybody does,” said Floss, going on again with

 
 

her lesson. “Be quiet, Carrots, for one min-

  

ute, and then I'll talk to you.”

 
 

Carrots sat silent for about a minute and

 
 

a half, then he began again.

 
 

“Floss,” he said.

 
 

“Well,” replied Floss, “I’ve very nearly
done, Carrots.”