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"None of your sauce, Tom. The young 'un must learn to ride bare-back, and at once. I'll walk round with her the first time. Now then, missy." Diana was clapping her hands; her eyes were blazing with excitement. "It's kite 'licious," she said, jumping up and down. "I aren't fwightened," she continued; "that aren't me." The next moment she was lifted on to the back of Greased Lightning.
"Oh, my dear Ben," said Aunt Sarah at that moment, "you are never a-going to let either of them little kids ride a 'orse like Pole Star?" "You let me manage my own affairs," said the man, scowling angrily. "Well, I call it a shame," answered the woman. "Poor Aunt Sawah! you needn't be fwightened," said Diana. "I is never fwightened; that aren't me.
"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.
"Good boy!" called out Diana; "vedy good little boy. Good horse, G'eased Lightning! you is a vedy good horse. Now then, go faster." Diana gave the whip a crack. The horse looked at her out of his big, intelligent eyes, and began to trot, but still very gently, round and round the circus. "Good boy," repeated Diana; "good horse! Now then, Orion, get up on to yous two foots; don't be fwightened.
I has got to wide G'eased Lightning. I love G'eased Lightning. Don't know why you is fwightened of him." "But I am to ride Pole Star, and he's worse than Greased Lightning," replied Orion. "Well, you listen to me," said Diana, speaking in a very firm and authoritative voice. "See, I am eating up my supper, and you had best have some with me.
"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.
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.
"Well, missy, you are a very wise little miss for your age." "What I think is this," repeated Diana. "Let Orion wide G'eased Lightning and let me wide Pole Star." "But you can do anything with Greased Lightning," said the man. "Why, the 'orse fairly loves you, and Pole Star's a rare and wicious sort of beast." "I aren't fwightened; that aren't me," said Diana, in her usual proud, confident tone.
"No; she is my mother," said Mary, "and you must not speak in that tone of mamma." "I'll speak in any tone I p'ease," replied Diana. "Ise not going to be fwightened. But what do she mean by punish? Who will she punish?" "She will punish you," replied Mary. "Were you never punished?" "Never. I don't know what it means. Is it nasty?" "Oh, isn't it!" said Philip, who came up at that moment.
"Anyhow," she said, with a little shake, "I isn't going to be fwightened. Let's sit close together, and let's think." "Why can't we open that door and go out?" said Orion. "Why should we stay in this horrid room?" "'Cos our foots is bare," said Diana. "But don't let's mind that," said Orion; "let's go to the door and open it, and let's run back to Rectory.
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