“THE TWO FUNNY LITTLE TROTS.” 225

« And they haven’t forgot you, haven’t Doll and
Dot. They are always speaking of Gip and
you, miss.”

«But, Bessie,” I began, and then I hesi-
tated. How: could I tell her what I had
thought? “How was it you: left St. Austin’s
so suddenly?” The trots were not in mourn-
ing now; they were prettily dressed in dark
blue sailor serge, as bunchy as ever.

Bessie thought for a minute.

«“ Let me see,” she said; “oh, yes, I remem-
ber! We did leave suddenly. My mistress’s
father died, and she was sent for off to Edin-
burgh, and she took Doll and me, and left Dot
to keep her papa company. Master said he’d
be lost without one of them, and he couldn't
get off to Edinburgh for a fortnight after us.
But we'll never try hat again, miss. Dot did
nothing but cry for Doll, and Doll for Dot.
Dot, so Martha the housemaid said, was always
saying, ‘Doll's done to ’Ebben,’ till it was
pitiful to hear; and Dot was just as bad in
Edinburgh about Doll.”