138 “CARROTS.”

I heard. Do you think mamma will ever let

 
     
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
     
       
   
   
   
   
    
       
      
   
 

us go?”

« Some day, perhaps,” said Floss; and oh,
what dreams and plans and fancies hung on
that « perhaps!” “Fancy, Carrots, we should
go in the railway, you and me, Carrots, alone
perhaps.”

“O Floss!” said Carrots, his feelings being
beyond further expression.

That “some day” was a good way off, how-

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ever, but “to-day” was here, and a nice, bright-
looking to-day it was. How happy they were!
How happy Sybil was!

For, somehow, though she was dressed like
a princess, though since babyhood she had had
everything a child could wish for, though very
often, I must confess, she had had “ her own
way” a good deal more than would have been
good for most children, little Sybil was not
spoilt. The spoiling dropped off her like water
down a duck’s back, and auntie never found |
out it had been there at all. Perhaps after all
there is a kind of spoiling that isn’t spoiling —

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