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Has you got a looking-glass in your pocket, Aunt Sawah?" "Yes, dear; a small one." Aunt Sarah whipped her hand into a deep pocket and took out a glass. Diana surveyed herself critically in its depths. "I like my dwess," she said, "but I don't like this howid bwown stuff on my face." "Never mind, dear; bear it for the present.
Oh, they must be desp'te hungry, poor darlin's. I say, nurse, where is 'oo? Nurse, come 'long, you howid old thing!" Simpson, who happened to be in the day-nursery not far away, heard Diana's imperious little cry. The under-nurse was also standing in the room. "Mrs. Simpson," she said, "I hear one of the strange little ladies calling out for you." "Well, and so do I hear her," answered Mrs.
She promises she will look after you and be a mother to you." "We don't want no other mother, now that our own mother is gone, except Iris," said Apollo. "We won't have Aunt Jane for a mother." "She is a howid old thing, and I hate aunts," said Diana. "Well, children, I am very sorry for you, but it is too late to do anything now. The whole thing is arranged.
"There, now!" said Diana, "you's got a howid fwown between your bwows. I don't like it; you's going to be obs'nate. I don't like obs'nate boys." "I mean what I say," replied Apollo. "I know you of old, you monkey. You are up to mischief, and I insist upon hearing all about it." Diana gazed at him solemnly. "Does you like Aunt Jane?" she said, after a pause.
Dolman made no reply with his lips, for he did not like to defy his wife's authority, but Diana read his thoughts in his rather dull blue eyes. "You is a kind old man," she said; "that is, when you isn't tempted by that naughty, howid woman. You is a kind old man by yourself, and you shan't be shotted." "What do you mean by being shotted, Diana?"
You will send for the perlice, won't you, and you'll have that howid puson upstairs put in pwison. Go 'way, aunt. I never did like you, and I never will, and you is awfu' poky in that bonnet. But I'll go with you, old man." Here she flung her fat arms round her uncle's neck and gave him a hug.
Yes, they'll be shotted, and they'll have a public funeral, and after that we'll have a lovely time. Uncle William isn't half bad, and 'stead of doing howid lessons every morning we'll just go into the garding and eat stwawberries and cherries, and he'll play with us. He'll love to, for he don't like writing sermins a bit, and we'll blindfold him and he'll wun after us.
He took the bow and arrow and made valiant efforts, but in the course of his endeavors to shoot properly, the badly made bow suddenly snapped in two, and Diana, in her discomfiture, and the dashing to the ground of her hopes, burst into tears. "You is bad boy," she cried. "See what you's done. Back we goes to slav'ry to Aunt Jane and Miss Wamsay. You is a bad, howid boy."
"Diana," he answered, "I would rather you did not speak about it." "Oh, I can keep secrets," replied Diana. "Well, in that case, to be quite frank with you, I do not care for writing sermons." "And I don't care for learning lessons. You didn't mean to sting me so bad with that howid wod, did you, Uncle William?" Mr.
"Course," replied Diana. "What's foots for, you silly man, if not to stand? You is silly, Uncle Ben." "I never!" said Uncle Ben, bursting out laughing. "Well, missy, if I am silly, you has got a lot of sauce. 'What's good for the goose is good for the gander." "That sounds howid vulgar, and I don't underland," answered Diana, in a dignified tone.
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