SYBIL, Tey

“It must be hard work, with so many chil-
dren, and such small means,” she thought to.
herself ; for auntie had been married young to
a rich man, and knew little of « making both
ends meet,” but aloud she only said, “how
lovely little Fabian would look in black velvet,
Lucy! What a complexion he has!”

“Yes, if you can forgive him his hair,” said
Mrs. Desart.

“JT think his hair is beautiful,” observed
Sybil, and then went on eating her break-
fast.

They all laughed, but there was still a little
sigh at the bottom of auntie’s heart, There
was reason for it greater than the sight of her
little nephew’s and niece’s shabby clothes.

But there was no sigh in the hearts of Floss
and Carrots.

“Carrots,” said Floss, as they made their
way to the nursery to decide which of their
small collection of toys were fit for Sybil’s.
inspection, “Carrots, did you hear?”

“What auntie said?” asked Carrots, « Yes,

aay

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