A LONG AGO STORY. 109

can’t go out, I'll read you one. Miss Barclay
lent me a funny, old-fashioned little book the
other day, and some of the stories in it are
fairy ones. Would you like that, Carrots?”

Floss clapped her hands, and Carrots slid
down from nurse’s knee, and coming quietly
up to Cecil, threw his arms round her neck
and gave her a kiss.

“T hope it'll rain to-morrow,” he said

gravely.

  
 
  

“Tt zs kind of Miss Cecil,’ said nurse; and
as Cecil left the nursery she added to herself,
«it will be a comfort to her mother if she
begins to take thought for the little ones;
and I’ve always felt sure it was in her to do

so, if only she could get into the way of it.”