“CARROTS.”

fully, though in her secret heart there was a
little misgiving. It did not look very kind not
to have sent to meet them at the station; and
even without this, Floss, though she had not
said so, had felt a little shy and frightened at
the thought of meeting auntie and the strange
uncle, and even Sybil again. It was nearly
two years since the visit to Sandyshore, and
two years is a lifetime to a child; it seemed
to Floss like going altogether among strangers,
She clasped her little brother’s hand tighter
as these feelings passed through her mind.
“Tt won't be so bad for Carrots,” she reflected ;
“anyway, he will have me.”

They seemed to have walked a very weary
way when at last the church of which the
farmer’s boy had spoken came in sight, — very
dimly in sight, for the daylight was fast dying
away. Floss would have passed the church
without noticing it, but the road divided in

two just at this place, and she was obliged to

think which way to go. Then the boy’s direc-
tions came into her mind.