HAPPY AND SAD.

cause of my name. Papa says my name means

  

I should find out things, like a sort of a fairy,
you know.”

“Does it?” said Carrots in a rather awe-
struck tone. “I should like that. When you
were little, Sybil,’ he continued, “were you
ever frightened of shadows? J was.”

“No,” said Sybil; “I only thought they were
funny. And once papa told me a story of a
shadow that ran away from its master. It went
across the street at night, you know, when the
lamps were lighted. There were houses op-
posite, you see, and the shadow went into such
a beautiful house, and wouldn’t come back
again |”

«And what after that?” asked both Floss
and Carrots in a breath.

« Oh, I can’t tell it you all,” said Sybil; “you
must ask papa.”

“Does he often tell you stories?” asked
Floss. .

« Bits,” said Sybil; “ne doesn’t tell them all

through, like mother. But he’s very nice about