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I'll sit by you on the floor, if you like, and feed you same as if you was a baby." "But you are younger nor me," said Orion, with a little laugh; "seems, though, as if you were much older." "Can't help that," answered Diana; "can't help feelin' old, whether we is nor not. You is almost a baby I is k'ite a big girl. Now, open your mouth; I am going to pop in some food.

"Never know fear, Little dear; Rub-a-Dub's dead." "Come this way," said Orion, taking her hand. She was quite willing to follow him, although she did not in the least know where she was going. "S'pect I aren't well," she said at last. "Don't be fwightened, poor little boy. S'pect I aren't k'ite well." "I's so hungry," moaned Orion. "Well, let's go into the house; let's have bekfus.

The child went to her. "I's k'ite well," she said, "only a little giddy. Why, Aunt Sawah, you's kying." "I thought you were dead for a minute, my little miss; you that is the image of my Rachel, what the good God took from me. I thought you were dead, and it 'most broke my 'eart oh, little missy, little darlin'!" "But, Diana, aren't we going away?" Said Orion.

"I'll stand on my two foots if you'll hold G'eased Lightning k'ite still." "Woe! stay quiet this minute," said the man to the horse. The pretty creature instantly obeyed, and little Diana, nothing loath, scrambled on to her small feet. The horse moved gently forward, and the little child managed to keep her balance.

"Is Uncle Ben coming? Have I got to ride Greased Lightning? Di, are you there? are you close to me?" "Course I is," answered Diana. "Orion, don't you be such a silly; I is with you. There's nothing going to happen." "Nothing? Are you certain sure?" asked the child. "K'ite. I is with you, Orion; don't you be fwightened; there's nothing going to happen."

"My eyes k'ite fwighten you, poor little boy," said Diana. "Well, let's wun; let's get to the garding. Why, it's the day mother went away to the angels, and we has got no lessons. Where's Iris? I want Iris." "So do I," said Orion. "Oh, Di! what is to become of us? You frighten me." "K'ite fwighten poor little boy," echoed Diana. "I's sossy, but I can't help it. I's giddy in my head.

I'm frightened about Uncle Ben. If he catches us he'll change his mind, perhaps, and I cannot ride Greased Lightning again. Don't speak so queer, Di. Do rouse yourself. We must get out of this as fast as we can." "As fast as we can," echoed Diana. "All wight, Orion; I's k'ite sati'fied." "Well, come, then," said Orion; "get up." "I don't think I care to."

Here now, isn't you better?" "I am really, truly," said Orion; "but are you quite certain it's true, Di?" "K'ite. Do you think I would tell a lie? I is the gweat Diana. You is sort of forgetting, Orion." "No, I aren't," said Orion. "Oh, I am happy now!" "Well, lie down. I'll make up your bed, and you shall go to s'eep. We has a lot to do to-morrow, hasn't we?"

The beautiful healing sleep lasted for nearly eight hours; then, when faint, cool shadows had stolen across the sick room, little Diana opened her eyes. She saw Iris still kneeling in the same position and looking at her with a world of love in her face. Diana smiled back in answer to the love. "I's k'ite well, Iris," she said.

"But I am nearly as frightened of one horse as the other." "I know G'eased Lightning k'ite well by this time," continued Diana, "and if I are there he'll be gentle. You shall wide him, and I'll wide Pole Star." "But I heard Uncle Ben say that I was to have the other horse." "Never you mind that. What does that si'nify? I'll manage. I'm not fwightened of any horse that ever walked.