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SYBIL. 133

“Did you see her last night?” asked Floss
eagerly.

 
 
  

Nurse shook her head. “It was past ten
when they arrived,” she said. “The little lady

was put to bed at once; your mamma and

  
       
 
 

sisters only saw her for a minute.”
So Floss and Carrots ate their bread and

milk in undiminished curiosity. Not long after-

 
   
 
  

wards the beil rang for prayers in the dining-

 
 

room as usual, and the two, hand in hand, went

 
 

in to take their places among the others.

 
 

They were rather late. Captain Desart had
the Prayer Book and Bible open before him,

 
    
  

and was looking impatient, so Floss and Car-

rots sat down on their little chairs and left

    
 

“good-mornings ” till after prayers. There was

 
 

a strange lady beside their mother, and, yes,

 
 

beside the strange lady a strange little girl!
Was that Sybil? Where was the fair-haired,
blue-eyed, waxen-dolllike Sybil, they had ex-

 
  
      

pected to see?

 
 

What they did see was worth looking at,

 
 

however. It was a very pretty Sybil, after all.