“CARROTS.”

and Sybil the first morning when they were out:
* in the garden together.
Sybil burst out laughing. “Oh, you funny
Carrots!” she said; “you're just like a boy in.
a fairy story — you've got such queer fancies.”
«But they’re zo¢ fancies, Sybil,” said Carrots.
gravely, turning his great brown eyes on his.
cousin, “The hills Zave got lots of different:
faces; that one up there, the one with the-
round, knobby top, has looked gwzte different.
several times this morning. First it looked.
smiley and smooth, and then it got all cross
and wrinkly, and zow it looks as if it were:
going to sleep.”
Sybil stared up.at the hill he was pointing to..
«JT see what you mean,” she said; “but it’s.
only the shadows of the clouds.”
3% “ That’s pretty,” said Carrots. “Who told.
oy & “Sts2 you that, Sybil? I never thought of clouds.
having shadows.”
“Nobody told me,” said Sybil; “I finded’
it out my own self. I find out lots of things,”

 

she continued importantly. “I dare say it’s be-