“ CARROTS.”

more out of the way. Six miles from the church,

and the prayers and the sermon very long
when you got there. Many and many a time
Ive fallen asleep at church, when I was a
little girl. Well, to go back to Master Hugh
and Miss Janet. It was on a Sunday morn-
ing they did the queer piece of mischief I’m
going to tell you of. They had been left at
home with no one but an old woman, who
was too deaf to go to church, to look after
them. She lived in the lodge close by, and
used to come into the house to help when the
servants were busy, for she was a very trusty
old body. It was not often the children were
left without mother, or perhaps one of the
housemaids, to take care of them; and very
often in fine weather they used to be taken
to church themselves, though it was tiring
like for such young things. But this Sunday
everybody had gone to church because it was
the time of the preachings ”’ —

“The what, nurse?” said Floss. “Isn't
there preaching every Sunday at church?”