“CARROTS,”

“Oh, no!” said Floss; “auntie’s house is
near here, I know.”

“Then perhaps little master and you had
better walk on, and send for the luggage after-
wards?” suggested the man, never doubting
from Floss’s manner that the children were ac-

customed to the place, and knew their way.

“Yes, I suppose so,” said Floss uncertainly.

“Or shall I fetch you a fly from the Blue
Boar?” said the man. “The station flies has
all drove off.”

“No, thank you; Idon’t think I have enough
money for that,” said Floss, feeling in her
pocket for her purse, which she knew contained
only her father’s parting gift of half a crown,
a sixpence with a hole in it, and three pennies
of Carrots’s. “Your auntie says she will give
you everything you want, so I need not give
you any money to take with you,” their mother
had said. Floss had no idea what a fly from
the Blue Boar would cost, but it sounded very
grand, and she hardly dared to risk it,

“Well, I dare say you'll be safest to walk,”