“ CARROTS.”

  
 

what they had said, for they almost always

 
 

spoke together.

 
 

Then they joined their disengaged hands
(the outside hand of each still clasping its.

 
   
 

woolly lamb), and there they stood, legs well

 
 

apart, little mouths and eyes wide open, star-

 
 

ing with the greatest interest and solemnity

 
 

at Gip and me. At Gip, of course, far more.

    
 

than at me. Gip was a dog; / was only a

    
 

irl! uite a middle-aged person, no doubt,
s gea p

    
 

the trots thought me, if they thought about me

 
 

at all, — perhaps they did a little, as I was Gip’s

 
 

owner, —for I was sixteen, and they could not.

 
 

have been much more than three,

 
 

But all this time they were so solemn! I

 
 

wanted to make them laugh. There was a.

 
 

little table in the window, —a bow window, of

 
 

course, aS it was at the seaside, and certain to

 
 

catch winds from every quarter of the heavens

 
 

— upon which I mounted Gip, and set to work.

 
 

putting him through his tricks. I made him

    
 

perform “ready, present, five,” with a leap to:

 
 

catch the bit of biscuit on his nose. I made.