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= “THE TWO FUNNY LITTLE TROTS.” 215

I seized my hat and rushed out to meet
them. Mamma thought I was going out of
my mind I believe. When I found myself in
the open air, I tried to control myself and
look like the rest of the people walking quietly
along, though my heart was beating violently,
and I felt as if I could not speak without cry-
ing. But when I got up to the one little trot
and its attendant, the sight of her strange
face composed me. She was so different from
Bessie — old and stiff and prim-looking. I
stooped to kiss the child, Dot or Doll, I knew
not which. “How are you, darling?” I said.
And where is’’—TI stopped short.

The trot looked up in my face.

“© lady,” it said, “ Dot is all alone. Doll
is done to ’Ebben,” and the great tears gathered
in Dot’s mournful eyes and rolled down Dot's
rosy cheeks.

“Hush, hush, my dear! You mustn't cry.
You'll make yourself ill if you cry any more,”
said the hard-looking nurse.

A moment before I had intended turning