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She was a wonderfully graceful child in all her movements, and looked charming in her picturesque dress. The call for the children came, and the two bounded on the stage. The moment they did so, Diana ran up to Uncle Ben and took hold of the great whip which he carried. "You must let me do it my own way," she said; "you have pwomised. Orion won't be bwave boy if I don't manage him.
"Do you think I am a coward? A boy must learn to play games, you know, and they won't be hard on a little chap at first. I'll soon learn f-football and ... the other things. I can play golf a little now. Didn't you tell me, pater, that mother was as bwave as ... a s-soldier?" "Of course she was, Nestie," and Mr. Molyneux fell into the innocent little snare.
If you's fwightened, Uncle Ben won't let you go. You just be as bwave as possible, and never mind nobody. Now, then, it's your turn. Come 'long." Orion looked charming in his pretty dress. He wore a little sky-blue tunic, with small, tight knickers of white; his little legs and feet were bare, round his waist was a crimson girdle, and at his side was attached a toy sword.
I think it's vewy bwave to say disagweeable things, because even if people take your advice, they are always cwoss with you for giving it. I like people to like me, so I find out what they want to do, and tell them it is the vewy wisest plan, and they go away more pleased with me than ever; but I knew you wouldn't do that, unless you were vewy much changed.
"Oh, you leave it to me!" said Diana; "let him think he's going away and I'll manage. Tell Susan to tell him, and tell Aunt Sawah to tell him, and you tell him, and I'll tell him, and then he'll be as good as good, and as bwave as bwave as a big giant." "Well, my dear, manage it your own way," said Uncle Ben; "but, all the same, it seems a shame.
Di gave her hand to Iris, who took her upstairs. Here Iris washed her little sister's face and hands and brushed out her thick black hair, and kissed her on her rosebud lips, and then said: "There is nothing I would not do, Di, to be a real little mother to you." "All wight," answered Diana; "you just mind me now and then that I is called after the bwave lady what lived long, long ago.
But there's one good comfort; there isn't no aunts anywheres 'bout." "I can't remember nothing," said Orion. "Why aren't we in bed? It's too early to get up. How have we got into this horrid little room?" "I don't know more nor you," said Diana, "only I do know that we has got to be bwave.
Don't you think she would have been brave?" "Yes, course," said the little nineteenth-century Diana. "She would have shotted people down dead with her bow and arrows I know kite well she was a bwave sort of a lady. All wight, Iris, I'll copy her if you wishes." "Indeed I do wish, darling. I think it would be splendid of you." "She was a very bwave lady," repeated Diana.
Did you never hear of Diana what lived long, long ago? the beautiful, bwave lady that shotted peoples whenever she p'eased with her bow and arrows?" "Do you mean the heathen goddess?" said Miss Ramsay. "I don't know what you call her, but I is named after her, and I mean to be like her. My beautiful mother said I was to be like her, and I'm going to twy.
"Please, Iris, we won't talk much of our own mother it makes me lumpy in the trof," said Diana, with a little gulp. "I'll beg her pardon, if it pleases her. I don't care what's words? I'll go at once, and, Iris, mind me that I'm like Diana. She was a bwave lady and she shotted lots of people." "Well, then, come along, Di; you'll be allowed to come to dinner if you beg Aunt Jane's pardon."
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