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"You don't understand, my poor child!" There followed a brief pause. "P'ease, daddy," pleaded Marian presently, "Ma-an must see mammy. Dere's such pitty fings in se shops, and me 'ants to do with mammy to see dem in morning." The shops were already displaying their Christmas decorations. Marian's father gave a great gasp.
Dolman, glancing first at his wife and then at Miss Ramsay, "so, all things considered, perhaps " "Thank you, uncle," interrupted Diana, "it's kite settled, and you isn't half a bad sort of old man. And now, p'ease, I want Orion to have a holiday too." "Oh, that's another matter!" interrupted Miss Ramsay. "Orion is in perfect health to-day, and as he is extremely backward for his age "
"Now, Toc, how much does two and three make?" "Six," replied Thursday, without a moment's hesitation. "Oh, you booby!" said Sally. "P'ease, mum, he ain't booby, him's dux," said Dan. "But he's a booby for all that, sir. You hold you tongue, Dan'l, an' tell me what three and two makes." "P'ease, mum, I can't," answered Dan, folding his hands meekly; "but p'r'aps Charlie can; he's clebber you know.
If you could have seen the old, funny twinkle in her eye, when I found her with the stereoscope, you would have thought she was a real, live Chicken, sure enough. "Now, then, you've got to tell me a story," she said. "'Got to' don't tell stories." "Well, p'ease tell me one, then." "Yes," said Sunbeam, peeping in, "about the Great Panjandrum himself."
"Come, Diana! this will never do," she cried. "How dare you go to sleep! Do you know your geography?" "P'ease, I doesn't know what jog-aphy is," said Diana. "What a very naughty little girl you are! Have not I been taking pains to explain it all to you? You will have to stay in the schoolroom when lessons are over for quite five minutes.
The crying increased, and then they all saw a little girl sitting on a stone under a tree, sobbing as if her heart would break. Betty hurried up to the tot. "What is the matter?" she asked, pillowing the tousled yellow head on her arm. "I I'se losted!" sobbed the little girl "P'ease take me home! I'se losted!" "What are we to do?" asked Amy, in dismay.
Amy accordingly kneeled by the bedside in her night-gown, and, having gone over all her petitions from beginning to end, paused a moment before the final word, and inserted the following special and peculiar request: "And, p'ease God, give me some more jam to-morrow-day, for ever and ever. Amen."
"There you is, old Simpson; that's wight," said Diana, dancing up to her. "Now, p'ease, tell me where you put my box." "What box, miss? I'll thank you, Miss Diana, not to call me old Simpson. My name is Mrs. Simpson." "I only call you what you is," said Diana. "You is old, your hair is gway; you is awfu' old, I 'spect. Now, where is my box? Where did you put it, old I mean, Mrs. Simpson?"
We isn't glad to go home, but we is going. P'ease tell the man to put pony to cart, and dwive us home as fast as he can." "Yes, indeed, my little dear," said Mother Bridget; "there aint one moment to be lost. You just come inside the tent, though, first for a minute." "I don't want to go inside that dirty tent," said Diana; "I don't like dirt. You had best not twy to take lib'ties.
"I aren't bad," cried Diana. "If you say any more, naughty woman, I'll slap 'oo." Mrs. Dolman thought it best to let Diana slide down on the floor. The moment the little girl found her feet she rushed up to her Uncle Dolman. "I like you, old man," she said; "you isn't half a bad sort. I'll stay with you. P'ease, Aunt Jane, punish me by letting me stay with Uncle William.
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