“ CARROTS.”

behind her ; and, turning round, Floss saw Cecil,

    
   
   
   
     
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   

who had come into the room without their
hearing her.

«About a doggie,” answered Carrots. “O
Cis! nurse has been telling us a lubly story
about a doggie. Nursie, dear, won’t you tell
us another to-morrow?”

““My stories are all worn out, my dear,” said
nurse, shaking her head.

“Couldn’t you tell us one, Cis?” said Car-
rots.

“Make up one, do you mean?” said Cecil.
«No, indeed, I’m sure I never could. Are
they always at you to tell them stories, nurse ?
If so, I pity you.”

“ Poor little things!’ said nurse, “it’s dull for
them these wet days, Miss Cecil, and Master
Carrots’s cold has been bad.”

Cecil looked at her little brother’s pale face
as he sat nestling in nurse’s arms, and a queer
new feeling of compunction seized her.

“T couldn't ¢e// youa story,” she said ; “ but if
you like, the first afternoon it’s rainy, and you