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136 “* CARROTS.”

won't call me Miss Sybil, please. And may

   

this little boy sit ’aside me?”

“This little boy and this little girl have had
their breakfast,” said Mrs. Desart. “Run off,
Carrots and Floss; you are both to have a

  
      
 

whole holiday you know, so Sybil will see plenty
of you.”

 
 
  

“I wish they could see more of each other,”

 
 

said auntie, as the children left the room.

 
 

“Some time you' must let them both come

 
 

and pay us a long visit, when we are really

 
 

settled, you know.”

 
 

Auntie gave a little sigh as she said this —
she felt so tender and kind to Carrots and

Floss, and something made her a little sorry

    
 
  

for them. Though they were healthy, happy-

 
 

looking children, and their dress was neat and
cared for, they did not look like her Sybil,
whose clothes were always like those of a

 
   
    

little princess. Floss’s frock was rather faded-
looking, and there was a mark where it had
been let down, and Carrots’s brown holland
blouse had arrived at a very w/itey-brown shade,

through much wear and washing.