“ CARROTS.”

Cecil saw that auntie had some reason for
asking this, so she gave Carrots the tea as
auntie said; and Carrots drank it, and ate his
bread and butter and a piece of cake, with
great content.

The only person who did not seem quite
contented was Sybil.

“Mother,” she whispered, “I don’t like hav-
ing Carrots’s tea; it’s quite cold.”

But as Carrots didn’t hear it, it didn’t much
matter. For you see, Sybil had had one cup
of nice hot tea, so she was not so badly off
after all.

And, alas! the very next morning auntie

and Sybil had to go away. And the long
talked-of and fancied-about visit was over.