and lanky beside her compact, tiny cousin, and
Carrots feeling I don’t know how. He just
looked at Sybil with his soft, wondering, brown
eyes, in such a solemn way that at last she
burst out laughing.

“What a funny boy you are!” she ex-
claimed. “Mother, dear, zsz’¢ he a funny
boy?”

“Aren't you very tired, Sybil?” said Floss,
afraid that she would be laughed at as “a
funny girl,” next.

“No, thank you,” said Sybil, quite grave,
and like a grown-up person, all in a minute.
“I’m becustomed to travelling. I’m not tired
at all; but I'll tell you what I am —I’m,” and
out broke her merry laugh again, “I’m very
hungry.”

“That's a broad hint,” said Captain Desart,
laughing too. “Florence, your daughter is
ready for breakfast, do you hear? Where will
you sit, Miss Sybil? Beside your old uncle,
elie

“Yes, thank you,” replied Sybil, “if you