“ CARROTS.”

late that same evening, “to stay one day,”
said the telegram, on their way to some other
place, it does not matter where.

It was several years since Captain Desart
had seen his sister—that is, “auntie.” He
had been abroad at the time of her marriage,
for she was a good many years younger than
he, and since then, se and her husband had
been a great deal out of England. But now
at last they were going to have a settled home;

and though it was a good way from Sandy-

shore, still it was not like being in another

country.

“I am sorry Florence can only stay one day,”
said Mrs. Desart to her husband; “it seems.
hardly worth while for her to come so far out
of her way for so short a time.”

“Tam sorry too,’ said Captain Desart ;
“but a day’s better than nothing.”

Floss and Carrots were sorry ¢oo; but what
they were most sorry for was not that Sybil
and her mamma were only going to stay there

one day, it was that they would not arrive till