“ CARROTS.”

mamma said I was never, mever to take nucken
that wasn’t mine; and sugar won’t be mine
for two weeks more, nurse says.”

Auntie stared at her little nephew in blank
bewilderment. What adhe mean? Even her
quick wits were quite at fault.

“ What do you mean, my dear little boy?”
she said.

Suddenly a new complication struck poor
Carrots.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, “it’s a secret! it’s a

secret! and I’m telling it;” and he burst into
tears, i

It was impossible now to hide his trouble.
Everybody began to cross-question him,

“Cry-baby!” muttered Maurice; and even
Mrs. Desart said, “ Carrots, I wonder at your
behaving so when your aunt and cousin are
here. Floss, do you know what is the matter
with him?”

“No, mamma,” said Floss, looking as she
always did when Carrots was in distress, ready
to cry herself.