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168 “CARROTS.”

Carrots had no suggestion to offer. To

   

make matters worse, it began to rain —a cold,
sleety, late October rain ; the children had no

 
   
 

umbrella, and were already tired and hungry.
I think that it was much to their credit that
they did not lose heart altogether.

 
   
    

Just as Floss was making up her mind to

 
 

take the turn leading in the distance to terraces

 
 

of houses and gardens and other signs of civili-

 
 

zation, there came jogging along the road on

 
 

a cart-horse a farmer’s boy. Joyful sight !

    
 

Floss plucked up heart.

   

“Can you tell me, please,” she called out,

 
 

“which is the way to Greenmays?”

 
 

The farmer’s boy pointed his thumb in the

 
 

direction of the country road. “Yonder,” he

 
 

shouted, without stopping in his jog ; “straight
on past the church, and down lane to left.”

“Ts it far?” asked Floss ; but the boy did not
seem to hear.

    
     
 

There was nothing for it but to go on

 
 

with their trudge. The rain was not heavy,
but very piercingly cold, and the daylight