HAPPY AND SAD.

mother! come quick! Here are Floss and
Carrots!”

She seemed to fly across the hall in one
second, and, darting down a passage, disap-
peared, crying out all the way, “Flossie and
Carrots! O mother, mother! come!”

And before the children had time to consider
what they had best do, and dong before the very
deliberate Mr. Fletcher had collected his wits
sufficiently to decide upon inviting them to
come in, Sybil was back again, closely followed
by her mother, whom she had dragged out of
the drawing-room without any other explana-
tion than her cry of “Floss and Carrots! O
mother! Flossie and Carrots!”

And when Floss saw auntie running to
them, with her kind face all eagerness and
anxiety, the shyness and the disappointment
and the mortification all seemed suddenly to
melt away. She rushed into the hall, and threw
herself sobbing into auntie’s arms. “O auntie!”
she cried, “ we are so tired — poor Carrots is I

mean, and so hungry, and I thought you had