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There was a pattering of little feet on the stairs, and the two small twins, "Sossy" and "Minthy," in the home dialect, came hand in hand into the room, Miss Susan leaving them at the threshold, not wishing to interrupt the two ladies, and being much interested also in listening to Mr. Gifted Hopkins, who was reading some of his last poems to her, with great delight to both of them.
"My eyes k'ite fwighten you, poor little boy," said Diana. "Well, let's wun; let's get to the garding. Why, it's the day mother went away to the angels, and we has got no lessons. Where's Iris? I want Iris." "So do I," said Orion. "Oh, Di! what is to become of us? You frighten me." "K'ite fwighten poor little boy," echoed Diana. "I's sossy, but I can't help it. I's giddy in my head.
He is destined to make a great sensation in the world of letters." Mrs. Hopkins is the same good soul she always was. She is very proud of her son, as is natural, and keeps a copy of everything he writes. I believe she cries over them every time she reads them. You don't know how I take to little Sossy and Minthy, those two twins I have written to you about before.
And they was so handy, spoke short, Sossy and Minthy, she never should know how to call 'em anything else. "But my dear Mrs. Hopkins," Master Gridley urged, "if you knew the meaning they have to the ears of scholars, you would see that I did very wrong to apply such absurd names to my little fellow-creatures, and that I am bound to rectify my error.
Dolman, who had no idea of letting the culprit off. "Now, then, William, do your duty." "But it's all wight," said Diana, gazing with puzzled eyes up into her aunt's face. "I's been a bad girl, but I's sossy; it's all wight, I say. Naughty wod, go 'way, naughty wod." She tried to push the rod out of Mr. Dolman's hand.
I's sossy," she continued, looking full at Mother Rodesia as she spoke, "that you big, big woman told such awfu' lies. But, now that we has come, we'll take a little hare soup. Orion, you stand near me, and don't any of you dirty peoples come up too close, 'cos I can't abear dirty peoples. I is the gweatest shot in all the world, and Orion, he's a giant."
"Suppose I have a little talk with her, Jane; suppose she says she is sorry and never does it again," said Mr. Dolman. "Oh, yes, yes, Uncle William!" said Diana, really terrified for the first time in her life. "Yes, I's sossy I's awfu' sossy, Aunt Jane. It's all wight now, Aunt Jane; Diana's sossy." "You shall be a great deal more sorry before I have done with you," said Mrs.
And they was so handy, spoke short, Sossy and Minthy, she never should know how to call 'em anything else. "But my dear Mrs. Hopkins," Master Gridley urged, "if you knew the meaning they have to the ears of scholars, you would see that I did very wrong to apply such absurd names to my little fellow-creatures, and that I am bound to rectify my error.
But Miss Ramsay was intent on her book, and did not take the least notice of Diana's deep-drawn breath. The little girl fidgeted, and tried further measures. She came close up to the governess, and, stretching out one of her fat hands, laid it on one of Miss Ramsay's. "Don't touch me, my dear," said the lady. "You are much too hot, and your hand is very dirty." "I's sossy for that," said Diana.
"Really, Jane, she is only five years old, and and a poor little orphan, you know." "Yes," said Diana eagerly, "I's a poor orphan, only a baby, five years old, awfu' young, and I's sossy, and it's all wight now. Go 'way, Aunt Jane; go 'way, naughty Aunt Jane; I's sossy." "William," said Mrs.
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