«“ What’s the matter, dear?” said auntie,

who was sitting next him, “is your tea too

hot? Has it scalded your poor little mouth?”
She said it in a low voice. She was so kind

and “understanding,” she knew Carrots would

not have liked everybody round the table to

begin noticing him, and as she looked at him

more closely, she saw that the tears in his.

eyes were those of distress, not of “scald-

“No, thank you,” said Carrots, looking up:

in auntie’s face in his perplexity; “it isn’t

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in.

« And you don’t like sugar? Poor old man!

Never mind, Cecil will give you another cup.
You're not like Sybil in your tastes,” said

auntie kindly; and she turned to Cecil for

some sugarless tea for her little brother.

«No, no, auntie! Oh, please don’t!” whis-

pered Carrots, his trouble increasing, and pull-
ing hard at his aunt’s sleeve as he spoke. “I

do like sugar werry much; it isn’t that. But:

that. My tea is werry good, but it’s got sugar

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