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"Of course we are not angry, father," said Iris. She bent slowly forward and kissed her father on his forehead. "Go to sleep, father; we are sorry we woke you so early." "Yes, father, go to s'eep," echoed Diana. "I underland all 'bout it. You won't have no hobgoblins now to dweam about, for I has got off your knees. They was lovely and flat, and I didn't mind sitting on them one bit."
"We'll be mis'ble, but it can't be helped," said Diana. "I never did like aunts, and I'm never going to, what's more. Come 'long now, sildrens. It's a gweat nuisance getting up so early, particular when father can't help hisself. Can you, father? Go to s'eep now, father. Come 'long this minute, back to bed, sildrens."
"Where is your mamma?" "Mamma." He pointed in the direction he had come, and gurgled, "S'eep. Papa s'eep. All gone." The baby himself looked as if he had just awakened from a nap. One cheek was rosier than the other, his hair lay in damp rings all over his head, and his feet were bare and earth-stained from his scramble through the vegetable garden on the other side of the hedge.
Now Barber went to the wheel chair, and gently, slowly, began to trundle it toward the bedroom. "Time t' go t' s'eep, Pa," he said coaxingly. "Yes, time for old man t' go s'eepy-s'eepy." When the chair was across the sill, he closed the door upon it. Meanwhile, Johnnie had again moved nearer to Cis.
"Allee done," said Ching. "Execution man have velly much plactice." He said this to me, but I made no reply, for the whole place seemed to be going round and round. "You thinkee they all come back again and have junk? Go kill shoot evelybody, pilate ghost-man?" "No," I said hoarsely; "can we go now?" "Velly soon. Gleat clowd all along gate. Lookee, Mis' Tanner go s'eep."
"I's had a beaut'ful s'eep, and there's not going to be a pwivate nor yet a public funeral." "No, no, Di!" said Iris, sobbing now as she spoke. "I's hung'y," said little Diana. "I'd like my supper awfu' much." The crisis was over, and Diana was to live. From that hour she recovered, slowly but surely.
"I had not thought of that." "Allee go to s'eep," whispered Ching; "no go 'way to-night." "What's that mean?" said Mr Brooke in a low voice; and I felt his arm across my chest as he pointed away to the left. I looked in that direction, and saw a bright gleam of light from the shore. "Our fire blazing up, sir," said Tom Jecks softly.
"Begin to be velly solly for poor Mis' Hellick. Pilate say, `Heah good place, make hole s'eep in. 'Nothee pilate say, `Big fool; allee wet damp; wildee beast live in hole, and allee 'tink. Come back, makee better place." It was a narrow escape, and it was long enough before my heart calmed down, left off throbbing, and I fell asleep.
"Not that I consider myself a lion, Mr Herrick," he said good-humouredly, "and I will not insult you by calling you a mouse; but these Chinese fiends are too much for me, and I really am caught in the net. Here, send that man forward, and come into my cabin." "Ching, go right up to the forecastle," I said. "No wantee go s'eep," he said angrily. "Makee Ching bad see ship burned."
I knew why he spoke, for, though half-asleep the moment before, I was conscious of a low, guttural snore. "Can't see, sir," came from one of the men. "Think it's Mr Ching." "No; Ching never makee nose talk when he s'eep," said the Chinaman, and as he spoke the sound rose once more. "Here, hi, messmate, rouse up!" said the man who had before spoken. "Eh? tumble-up? our watch?" growled Tom Jecks.
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