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“Did you ever see her?” asked Floss.

    
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  

“ CARROTS.”

“Yes; when she was getting to be quite an
‘old lady. I’ve seen her several times when I’ve
been sent up with a message by mother to the
house ; for my mother was a great favorite of
hers. I never went there but my lady would
have me in to have a piece.”

“A piece ?”” repeated Floss.

Nurse laughed. “A slice of bread and jam,
I should say, my dear. I forget that I’m far
away from the old life when I get to talking
of those days. And to think that I’m getting
‘on to be quite an old woman myself, — older
in some ways than my lady ever was; for my
hair is fast turning gray, and hers had never
a silver streak in it to the last day of her life;
and she died at eighty-four!”

Carrots was getting a little tired, for he
hardly understood all that’ nurse was saying.
‘To create a diversion, he climbed up on to her
knee, and began stroking her face.

“Never mind, nursie,” he said. “I'll always —

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