and sat down on
a little stool with one of the unhappiest looking of the dolls in his
arms.

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"I wish I could buy you a new face, poor dolly," he said. "I wish I had
some money."

He got up again to put poor dolly back into her corner. As he was
smoothing down the paper which lined the drawer, he felt something hard
close to dolly's foot; he pushed away the dolls to see--there, almost
hidden by a crumple in the paper lay a tiny little piece of money--a
little shining piece, about the size of a sixpence, only a different
colour.

"A yellow sixpenny, oh, how nice!" thought Carrots, as he seized it. "I
wonder if Floss knowed it was there. It would just do to buy a new doll.
I _wish_ I could go to the toy-shop to buy one to surprise Floss. I
won't tell Floss I've found it. I'll keep it for a secret, and some day
I'll buy Floss a new doll. I'm sure Floss doesn't know--I think the
fairies must have put it there."

He wrapped the piece of money up carefully in a bit of paper, and after
considering where he could best hide it, so that Floss should not know
till it was time to surprise her, he fixed on a beautiful place--he hid
it under one of the little round saucers in his paint-box--a very old
paint-box it was, which had descended from Jack, first to Mott and then
to Carrots, but which, all the same, Carrots considered one of his
greatest treasures.

When nurse came into the room, she found the tidying of the drawer
completed, and Carrots sitting quietly by the window. He did not tell
her about the money he had found, it never entered into his little head
that he should speak of it. He had got into the way of not telling all
the little things that happened to him to any one but Floss, for he was
naturally a very quiet child, and nurse was getting too old to care
about all the tiny interests of her children as she once had done.
Besides, he had determined to keep it a secret, even from Floss, till he
could buy a new doll with it--but very likely he would have told her of
it after all, had not something else put it out of his head.

The something else was that that afternoon nurse took Floss and him a
long walk, and a walk they were very fond of.

It was to the cottage of the old woman, who, ever since they had come to
Sandyshore, had washed for them. She was a very nice old woman, and her
cottage was beautifully clean, and now and then Floss and C