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“Carrots,” said Captain Desart sharply, “go

 
 

to the nursery till you learn to behave prop-

 
 

erly |”

 
 

Carrots got slowly down off his high chair,

 
 

and crept away ; but everybody looked troubled
and uncomfortable.

    
 

Auntie hated to see people looking troubled

 
 

and uncomfortable. She thought a minute,
and then she turned to Mrs. Desart.

 
     
 

”

“Lucy,” she said, “ will you let me try what

    
 

I can do with the poor little fellow? Iam sure

 
 

it was not naughtiness made him cry.”

 
 

And almost before Mrs. Desart could reply,

 
 

auntie was off to the nursery, in search of

 
 

‘Carrots.

   

He had left off crying, and was sitting quietly
by the window, looking out at his old friend the
sea,

      
 

Oe, “What are you thinking about, my poor old

 
 

4) man?” said auntie fondly.

 
 

Carrots looked up at her. “I like you to
call me that,” he said. “I was thinking about

  
        
 

our hoops, and what a long time four weeks is.”