Carrots: Just a Little Boy

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Molesworth Mrs.. Carrots: Just a Little Boy

CHAPTER I. FLOSS'S BABY

CHAPTER II. SIX YEARS OLD

CHAPTER III. PLANS

CHAPTER IV. THE LOST HALF-SOVEREIGN

CHAPTER V. CARROTS IN TROUBLE

CHAPTER VI. CARROTS "ALL RIGHT" AGAIN

CHAPTER VII. A LONG AGO STORY

CHAPTER VIII "THE BEWITCHED TONGUE."

CHAPTER IX. SYBIL

CHAPTER X. A JOURNEY AND ITS ENDING

CHAPTER XI. HAPPY AND SAD

CHAPTER XII "THE TWO FUNNY LITTLE TROTS."

CHAPTER XIII. GOOD ENDINGS

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I think I said there was nothing very remarkable about the place where Carrots lived, but considering it over, I am not quite sure that you would agree with me. It was near the sea for one thing, and that is always remarkable, is it not? How remarkable, how wonderful and changeful the sea is, I doubt if any one can tell who has not really lived by it, not merely visited it for a few weeks in the fine summer time, when it looks so bright and sunny and inviting, but lived by it through autumn and winter too, through days when it looks so dull and leaden, that one can hardly believe it will ever be smiling and playful again, through fierce, rough days, when it lashes itself with fury, and the wind wails as if it were trying to tell the reason.

Carrots' nursery window looked straight out upon the sea, and many and many an hour Floss and he spent at this window, watching their strange fickle neighbour at his gambols. I do not know that they thought the sea at all wonderful. I think they were too much accustomed to it for that, but they certainly found it very interesting. Floss had names for the different kinds of waves; some she called "ribs of beef," when they showed up sideways in layers as it were, of white and brown, and some she called "ponies." That was the kind that came prancing in, with a sort of dance, the white foam curling and rearing, and tossing itself, just exactly like a frisky pony's mane. Those were the prettiest waves of all, I think.

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"I won't eat one," interrupted Carrots; "I won't never eat eggs. I'll keep all mine that I get to eat, in a box, till they've growed into chickens."

"But they're boiled when you get them," said Floss; "they wouldn't grow into chickens when they're boiled."

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