“ CARROTS.”

out, ‘Pull the string, and the latch will
open’ !””

«But that would be the wolf, Floss,” said
Carrots, pressing closer to his sister.

It was no wolf, but a nice, tidy-looking
woman with a white cap and a baby in her
arms who opened the door, and stood staring
at the two little wayfarers in bewilderment.
Floss grew afraid that she was angry.

«T’m very sorry —I mean I beg your par-
don,’ she began. “I didn’t know this was
your house. We thought perhaps it was
auntie’s. Can you tell me, please, where
Greenmays is?”

« This zs Greenmays,” said the woman.
Floss stared. The door opened right into the
kitchen ; it couldn’t be auntie’s house.

“This is the lodge,” continued the woman.
“Tf it’s some one at the big house you're want-
ing, you must just go straight up the drive.

I’d show you the way,” she went on, “but my
husband’s up at the stables, and it’s too cold for

baby. You seem wet and tired, you do; have

you come far?”