Carrots: Just a Little Boy. Molesworth Mrs.

didn't mean that I wasn't going to say nucken," said Carrots, "I mean I haven't nucken to say now."

      "And what were you going to say?" persisted Mott.

      Carrots looked frightened.

      "I was only sinking if you knowed, and nurse knowed, and Floss knowed, and I knowed, it wouldn't be a secret."

      Mott burst out laughing.

      "What a precious goose you are," he exclaimed. "Well, secret or no secret, I'm going to hear it; so tell me."

      Floss looked at nurse despairingly.

      "You tell, nurse, please," she said.

      So nurse told, and Maurice looked more amused than ever. "What an idea!" he exclaimed. "I don't believe Carrots'll hold out for a month, whatever Floss may do, unless he has a precious lump of ac – ac – what is it the head people call it? – acquisitiveness for his age. But you needn't have made such a fuss about your precious secret. Here, nurse, give us some tea, and you may put in all the sugar Floss and Carrots have saved by now."