HAPPY AND SAD.

“Oh, no! I’m guzte well,” replied Carrots ;
“T haven’t even a cold in my nose. And isn’t
it a nice morning, Floss? and isn’t this a lovely
room ?” ‘

“Yes,” said Floss ; “and so is mine, Carrots.”

« And auntie zs kind, isn’t she, Floss ?”’

“Oh, very!” said Floss.

“Tsn’t it nice to see the sun?” said Carrots.
“Floss, I can’t understand how it can always.
be the same sun, however far we go.”

«But don’t you remember what I showed
you,” said Floss, “about the world being like
a little ball, always going round and round a

great light? So of course the great light must.

always be the same.”

“Yes,” said Carrots dreamily ; “but still it
seems funny. Will mamma see the sun at
that nice warm place over the sea?”

,

«Why of course,” said Floss; “it’s the sun
that makes that place nice and warm.”

“Js it?” said Carrots. “Is that place nearer
the sun than Sandyshore is, Floss?”

“No, not exactly; at least, it is in a sort of