otherly tone.

"Oh no. I'm _quite_ well," replied Carrots, "I haven't even a cold in my
nose. And isn't it a nice morning, Floss, and isn't this a _lovely_
room?"

"Yes," said Floss, "and so is mine, Carrots."

"And auntie _is_ kind, isn't she, Floss?"

"Oh, _very_," said Floss.

"Isn't it nice to see the sun?" said Carrots. "Floss, I can't understand
how it can always be the same sun, however far we go."

"But don't you remember what I showed you," said Floss, "about the world
being like a little ball, always going round and round a great light, so
_of course_ the great light must always be the same?"

"Yes," said Carrots dreamily, "but still it seems funny. Will mamma see
the sun at that nice warm place over the sea?"

"Why of course," said Floss, "it's the sun that makes that place nice
and warm."

"_Is_ it?" said Carrots. "Is that place nearer the sun than Sandyshore
is, Floss?"

"No, not exactly. At least it is in a sort of a way--the sunshine falls
straighter on it, but I couldn't explain without a globe and a lot of
fuss," said Floss. "Never mind just now, Carrots--perhaps auntie can
show you."

"But Floss," persisted Carrots, "I do want to know one thing. Shall we
see the sun in heaven?"

"No," said Floss decidedly, "_certainly_ not. It says in the Bible there
will be no sun or moon in heaven."

"Then I don't think I shall like it at all," said Carrots, "for there
won't be any sea there either. I can't think _how_ it can be a nice
place."

"But Carrots, dear," said Floss in some distress, "you mustn't think of
heaven that way. It isn't like that. Heaven isn't like a place exactly,
mamma says. It is just being _quite_ good."

"Being _quite_ good," repeated Carrots thoughtfully. "I wish I could be
quite good, Floss, I wish everybody could, don't you?"

"Yes," said Floss. "But really you must get up, Carrots dear; that will
be good for just now. Being good always comes in little bits like that."

"But in heaven, the being good will be all in one great big piece,
that's how it will be, isn't it?" said Carrots, as he got out of bed and
began hunting for his slippers.

I cannot tell you half the history of that first day at Greenmays, or of
many others that followed. They were very happy days, and they were full
of so many new pleasures and interests for Carrots and Floss that I
should really have to write another book to tell you all about them.
Everybody was kind to the children, and everythi