“CARROTS.”

CHAPTER VIII.
“THE BEWITCHED TONGUE.”

“Thou wilt not fail
To listen to a fairy tale.”

Lewis CARROLL.

It dd rain the next day; and Cecil did
not forget her promise. Just as the old nur-
sery clock was striking four, a full hour still
to her tea-time, she marched into the room
with a little old brown book in her hand.
I wonder if any of you have ever seen that
little old book, or one like it I should say?
It was about the size of the first edition of
«Evenings at Home,” which some of you are
sure to have in your bookcases; for I should
think everybody's grandfathers and grandmothers.
had an “ Evenings at Home”’ among their few

dearly prized children’s books.

Do you know how very few those books.