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GOOD ENDINGS. 231

And it is long ago now since the days when

 
 

Carrots and his dear Floss ran races on the

 
 

sands and made “plans” together. Long ago,-

    
 

in so far that you would not be able anywhere

 
 

to find these children whom I loved so much,

 
 

and whom I have told you a little about. You

 
 

would, at least I Zope you would, like to know

 
 

what became of them, how they grew up, and

 
 

what Carrots did when he got to be a man.

 
 

But this I cannot now tell you; for my little

 
 

book is long enough, —I only hope you are not

 
 

tired of it, —only I may tell you one thing. If

 
 

any of you know a very good, kind, gentle, brave

 
 

man—so good that he cannot but be kind,

 
 

so brave that he cannot but be gentle, I should

 
 

like you to think that, perhaps, whatever he

 
 

is, clergyman, doctor, soldier, sailor, it doesn’t

 
 

matter in the least, perhaps when that man was

 
 

a boy, he was my little Carrots. Especially if

 
 

he has large, “ doggy-looking”’ brown eyes, and

 
 

hair that once mzght have been called “red.”