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“ CARROTS.”

I’m sure we shall be very happy, won’t we
Carrots?”

_ “Tf mamma wants us to be happy, we’ll zy,
won't we, Floss?” said Carrots. He wiped the
tears on his mother’s cheeks with his own
little pocket-handkerchief, and looked up in
her face piteously. ‘Please don’t cry, poor
mamma,” he said; “we wll be good and
happy.”

Then their father came in and hurried them
off, and the farewells were over—that part of
them, at least; for the saying good-by to Cap-
tain Desart at the junction was rather hard too.

And at last Floss and Carrots find them-
selves at the height of their ambition, — alone
in a railway carriage, travelling to auntie’s !
But they do not seem so delighted as. they

used to fancy they would; they do not jump:

about and laugh and chatter in their overflow-
ing pleasure; they sit quite still, side by side,
holding each other’s hands, and with little quiet,
grave faces.

«Things never come the same as people