“THE TWO FUNNY LITTLE TROTS.” 223.

few unmistakable English. We amused our-
selves by guessing the nationality of all these
little people.

“ Those are Italians or Spaniards, mamma ;

look what dark eyes they have! and “hose are”
—I suddenly stopped. “O mamma!” I ex-
claimed ; and when she looked at me, she saw
I had grown quite pale, and in, another mo-
ment, seeing to what I was pointing, she un-
derstood the reason. There, right before us,
coming slowly up the middle of the Place,.
Bessie in the middle, each child with a hand
of hers, tugging back manfully in the old way ;
each, yes, really, each under the other arm
hugging a woolly lamb, came the two funny
little trots!

I felt at first as if I were dreaming. Could
it be the trots? I sat still in a half-stupid way,
staring ; but Gip —I was forgetting to tell, you
that of course Gip had come with us to Pau —
Gip had far more presence of mind than I. He
did not stop to wonder ow it could be the
trots; he was simply satisfied that it was the