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HAPPY AND SAD. IQL

    
   

This was how they heard it. Every week at:
least for several weeks, Floss or Carrots, and.
sometimes both, got a letter from their mother,
or from Cecil and Louise; and at first these
letters were so cheerful, that even the little bit
of anxiety which the children had hardly known
was in their hearts melted away.

«What a good thing mamma went to that.
nice warm place, isn’t it, auntie ?”’ Carrots used
to say after the arrival of each letter ; and auntie:
most heartily agreed with the happy little fel-.
low. But at last, just about Christmas-time,
when the thin, foreign-looking letter that the:
children had learned to know so well made its.
appearance one morning on the breakfast-table,
it proved to be for auntie. Zat of course they
did not object to, had there been one for them

too; but there was not.

xi ee « Auntie dear, there is no letter for us,” said
os Floss, when auntie came into the room. “Will
; U you please open yours quick, and see if there is.

AG one inside it?”

     

“JT don’t think there is,” said auntie; “it.

doesn’t feel like it.”