A JOURNEY AND ITS ENDING. I71I

“To the left, past the church, didn’t he say,
‘Carrots?’ she said. - ;

«¢ Down lane to left,’ he said,” replied Car-
rots.

“Then it must be this way,” said Floss; and
“on they trudged.

In a few minutes they came to large gates,

on one side of which stood a pretty little

house; but such a little house, hardly bigger
than a cottage.
“Js that auntie’s house?” said Carrots.
“Tm afraid it’s too little to be auntie’s

house,” said Floss. “I wish it was. I would
much rather auntie lived in a cottage.”

«Just like Mrs. White’s,” said Carrots.

Floss could not help laughing at him ; it had
left off raining, and her spirits were rising a
little.

“ Look, Carrots!” she said; “there is a
light in the cottage window. We'd better
knock at the door, and ask if it is auntie’s
house. It’s getting rather like a fairy story,

isn’t it, Carrots? Fancy if somebody calls