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See, let me lay this rug over you." She threw a piece of heavy tarpaulin, lined with cloth, over the child as she spoke. Diana yawned in a comfortable manner. "Isn't we at Wectory yet?" she asked. "No, dear; the pony went lame, and we had to stop for a good bit on the road; but if you like to go to sleep again, you'll be there when next you wake."
"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?
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."
"Oh, my tumtum," said Orion, pressing his hand to that part of his little body with great solemnity. "How soon will the supper be over? and how soon can we get back home?" asked Diana. "That depends on where your home is, my pretty little dear," said Mother Rodesia. "It's at Wectory, stoopid woman." "I don't know that place, miss." "Don't you know my Uncle William Dolman?"
"I'm going with them," she continued, "and Jack will drive. They are exactly the kind of children Ben wants. Now then, little missy, jump in. Ah, here you are! You'll be glad of the drive, won't you?" "When will we get back to Wectory?" asked Diana. "In about an hour, missy." "Come 'long, Orion," said Diana, "you sit next me. Hold my hand, poor little boy, case you is fwightened.
At that moment the door was flung open, and Mother Rodesia, accompanied by a tall, dark man, with a scowling face, came in. "Mornin', little dears," said Mother Rodesia. "Now I have got something to say to you." "P'ease, where's Wectory?" asked Diana. "You are not going there just for the present, my dear.
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