“CARROTS.”

the letter came, Floss and Carrots had forgot-
ten their troubles— at least, if they hadn’t it
was not auntie’s fault; for I can’t tell you how
kind she was, and what a fuss she made about
them. She took them up to Sybil’s nice, beau-
tiful, warm nursery, and all their wet things
were taken off, and Floss was wrapped up in
a dressing-gown of auntie’s, and Carrots in one
of Sybil’s, and then they had the most lovely
tea you can imagine.

Sybil’s father was away that night, and was
not coming back till the next day; and auntie
was to have dinner alone, with Sybil beside her,
you may be sure, to “keep her company,” and
help her to get through dinner by opening her

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little mouth for “tastes” every now and then.
But auntie had to manage alone, after all, for
of course Sybil would not leave Floss and
Carrots; and auntie sent up the very nicest
things from the dining-table for the children
to eat with their tea, and Sybil did get some
“tastes,” I can assure you.

And they laughed at each other in the dress-