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Here, let's hide it; I don't mind going with nothing." "But you must not do that," said Orion, "'cos, if they see you, they'll catch you and bring you home. You had best sling it on your arm, Di; and then, if they are seen coming, why, you can pop it on your head." "Well, p'w'aps so," answered Diana.
I'll help you always. I'll do my lessons if you ask me, and I'll twy to be good to you; 'cos you and me we'll both have our enemies, and p'w'aps, if I'm not stwong enough to use the bow, p'w'aps you could use it, and we might go about together and sting our enemies, and be weal fwiends. Will you twy? Will you make me the little arrow, p'ease, p'ease?"
You see, you isn't our aunt weally, not by no manner of wights, and Uncle Ben isn't our uncle, and so we ought not to stay here; and if we go back to Wectory, why, Uncle William, what's our weal uncle, p'w'aps he would pay you money, if it's money you wants."
I thought p'w'aps you would help me; but it don't matter, not one bit." Before Miss Ramsay could say another word Diana had turned abruptly and flown, as if on the wings of the wind, right down through the wood. The governess watched the little figure disappearing between the oaks and elms until at last it quite vanished from view.
"P'w'aps," she continued, as she put great mouthfuls of porridge into her mouth, "when we has finished this nice bekfus you'll take us back to Wectory?
Orion leaned comfortably back against the fat little shoulder. "P'w'aps you is a bit hung'y," said Diana. "There's bwead and milk on the table; Aunt Sawah left it. Shall we eat our supper afore we talks?" "I can't eat," replied Orion. "I'm not a scrap hungry; I am never hungry now. I wonder you can eat, Diana." "Course I can eat," replied Diana; "I aren't a silly.
They is to pwick our enemies and p'w'aps kill 'em." "But look here, Diana, what do you want this special bow and arrow for?" "I want to have Aunt Jane Dolman and Simpson shotted. I'll tell you why I want 'em both to be shotted 'cos Simpson killed my spiders and beetles, and Aunt Jane Dolman is a poky old thing and she shut me up in a punishment woom.
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