“ CARROTS.”

trots, and forwards he darted, leaping, barking
furiously, wagging his tail, giving every sort
of welcome in dog language that he could
think of.

“Dip, Dip! See, Bessie, here is a doggie
like Dip,” said one trot.

«Dip, Dip, pretty Dip,” said the other!

The sound of their voices seemed to bring
back my common-sense. They were my own
dear trots. ‘Dip, Dip!” would have satisfied
me, even if I had not seen them. The trots
never coulda manage the letter “G”! I flew
forwards, and kneeling down on the ground,
little caring how I soiled my nice new dress,
or what the people on the Place thought of
me, I regularly hugged my two pets.

“Here is Dip’s kind lady too,’ they both
said at once, smiling and happy, but not by
any means particularly surprised to see me.
I looked up at Bessie at last, and held out my
hand. She shook it heartily.

“I am pleased to see you again, miss, to be
sure; who would have thought it?” she said.