“ CARROTS.”

Small and dark, dark-eyed, dark-haired, and
browny-red as to complexion, Sybil was more
like a gypsy than an angel, as they had fancied
her. She had very pretty, very bright, no-
ticing eyes, and she was pretty altogether.
She was dressed in black velvet, with a bright
crimson sash, and her hair was tied with crim-
son ribbon ; her neat little legs were clothed in
black silk stockings, and there were buckles
on her tiny shoes,

Floss and Carrots hardly dared to stare at
her, for her eyes seemed to be noticing them
all over; and when prayers were finished, and

their mamma called them to come to speak to

their aunt and cousin, do you know they actually

both felt quite shy of Sybil, small as she was ?
More shy of her than of their aunt, somehow ;
she seemed more like what they had expected,
or, perhaps, the truth was they had “ expected”
much less about her. Besides, no children ever
were shy with auntie,—such a thing would
have been impossible.

They kissed Sybil, Floss feeling very tall