Philip and Conrad were afraid to make any further advances to Orion. In consequence, he had no companion near his own age, except Diana, and Diana's little heart, day by day, was growing fuller of insubordinate and angry feelings. She was not at all by
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nature an unforgiving little child, but the want of petting and the severe life which she was obliged to lead began to tell on her high spirits. She became defiant2, and was always looking out for an opportunity to vent3 her wrath4 upon the people whom she termed her enemies. Had Iris only had a chance of talking to the little girl, she would soon have got to the bottom of the matter, and things might not have turned out as they did; but Iris did not even sleep in the room with Diana, and in her sister's presence the little girl made a valiant5 effort to appear as happy as usual. As a matter of fact, however, she and Orion spent most of their playtime in perfecting their little scheme of revenge, and on a certain hot day matters came to a crisis.
It had been much more trying than usual in the schoolroom; the sun seemed to beat in with fiercer rays; there were more flies on the window-panes, and the air seemed more charged with that terrible sleepiness which poor little Diana could not quite conquer. At last she dropped so sound asleep that Miss Ramsay took pity on her, and told her she might go and have a run in the garden.
"Go into the Filbert walk," said the governess; "don't on any account play where the sun is shining. You may stay out for half an hour. There is a clock just by the stables, which you can see when you come to the end of the walk; you will know then when the half-hour is out. Run off now and enjoy yourself."
Diana scarcely wasted any time in thanking Miss Ramsay. She flew from the schoolroom as though she were herself a little arrow shot from a bow, she tumbled rather than walked downstairs, and with no hat over her thick, black curls, careered out wildly,
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shouting as she did so. The prospect6 of the walk and the look of the sunshine were making the little girl very happy, and she might not have thought of any special revenge had not Mrs. Dolman at that moment caught sight of her.
Mrs. Dolman was coming out of the kitchen garden. She had on her invariable mushroom hat, her face was much flushed with exercise, and she was by no means in the best of humors.
"Diana," she said, "what are you doing? Come here this minute."
"No, I won't," answered Diana. She backed before the good lady, dancing and skipping and flinging her fat arms over her head. "Oh, it's 'licious out!" she said: "I won't come. I has only got half an hour; I hasn't any time; I won't come."
Mrs. Dolman began to run after her, which fact excited the little girl very much. She instantly raced away, and the stout7 lady had to follow her, panting and puffing8.
"Diana, you are a dreadfully naughty little girl; if I catch you up, won't I punish you!" panted Mrs. Dolman.
"I don't care," called back Diana. "You can't catch me up; you is fat; you can't wun. See, let's have a wace—let's find out who'll be at the end of the walk first. Now then, one, two, three, and away! Go it, Aunt Jane! Now, then, k'ick, Aunt Jane; k'ick!"
Mrs. Dolman's rage at this great impertinence made her almost speechless. She flew after Diana, but would have had little or no chance of catching9 her, if the child had not suddenly tripped up against a stone and measured her full length on the ground. Before she
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could rise again Mrs. Dolman had caught her by the shoulder, and, as a preliminary measure, began to shake her violently.
"You are a bad little thing," she said. "Why didn't you come to me when I called you?"
"'Cos I didn't want to, Aunt Jane."
"But do you know that you have got to obey me, miss? What would your mother say?"
"You isn't to dare to talk of mother to me," answered Diana.
"Highty-tighty! I'm not to dare. Do you suppose, Diana, that I will allow a little child like you to defy me in my own house?"
"What's defy?" asked Diana.
"You are defying me now; you are a very naughty little girl, and I shall punish you."
"I don't care," said Diana, tossing her head. "I was sent out by Miss Wamsay 'cos I found the schoolroom too hot and I was sleepy. I can't obey you and Miss Wamsay both at the same time, can I? I did not come to you 'cos I don't like you."
"That's a pretty thing to say to your own aunt. Come, miss, I shall punish you immediately."
"Oh, you's going to lock me up in the punishment woom. I don't care one bit for that," said Diana. "I'll just lie on the floor and curl up like a puppy and go to s'eep. I dweam beautiful when I s'eep. I dweam that you is shotted, and that I is back again in the dear old garden at home with all the pets; and that Rub-a-Dub is alive again. I dweam that you is shotted down dead, and you can do no more harm, and——"
But Diana could not proceed any further. Mrs. Dolman, in her wild indignation, had lifted her in her
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arms, clapped her hand over her mouth, and carried her bodily into the study, where Mr. Dolman was preparing his sermon.
"William," said his wife, "I am really very sorry to disturb you, but I must ask you to come to my assistance."
"In what way, Jane?" he said. He pushed his spectacles, as his invariable habit was, high up on the middle of his forehead, and looked from his wife to Diana, and from Diana back again to his wife.
"Hi, Diana! is that you? Why, what is the matter, little one?" he said.
"You are not to speak to this very naughty little girl," said Mrs. Dolman. "I am sorry to trouble you, William, but matters have come to a crisis, and if you don't support your wife on this occasion, I really do not know what will happen."
"But, my dear Jane, do you mean to say that little Diana——"
"Little Diana!" repeated Mrs. Dolman. "She is quite a monster, I can tell you—a monster of ingratitude10, wickedness, and rudeness, and I don't see how we can keep her any longer with our own children."
"But I am afraid, my dear wife, we cannot get David Delaney back now; he must have reached the Himalayas by this time."
"Poor fellow!" said Mrs. Dolman, "I pity him for being the father of such a very bad little girl."
"I aren't bad," cried Diana. "If you say any more, naughty woman, I'll slap 'oo."
Mrs. Dolman thought it best to let Diana slide down on the floor.
The moment the little girl found her feet she rushed up to her Uncle Dolman.
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"I like you, old man," she said; "you isn't half a bad sort. I'll stay with you. P'ease, Aunt Jane, punish me by letting me stay with Uncle William. I'll just sit on the floor curled up, and maybe I'll dwop as'eep, and have my nice dweams about the time when you is shotted, and I'm back again in the old garden with all my darlin', dear, sweet pets. I'll dweam, p'waps, that we is having funerals in the garden and we is awfu' happy, and you is shotted down dead. Let me stay with Uncle William, Aunt Jane."
"Now, you see what kind of child she is, William," said Mrs. Dolman. "You have heard her with your own ears—she absolutely threatens me. Oh, I cannot name what she says; it is so shocking. I never came across such a terribly bad little girl. William, I must insist here and now on your chastising11 her."
"In what way?" said Mr. Dolman. "I am very busy, my dear Jane, over my sermon. Could it not be postponed12, or could not you, my dear?"
"No, William, I could not, for the dark room is not bad enough for this naughty little girl. She must be whipped, and you must do it. Fetch the birch rod."
"But really," said Mr. Dolman, looking terribly distressed13, "you know I don't approve of corporal punishment, my dear."
"No more do I, except in extreme cases, but this is one. William, I insist on your whipping this very bad little girl."
"I don't care if you whip me," said Diana. She stood bolt upright now, but her round, flushed little face began perceptibly to pale.
Mr. Dolman looked at her attentively14, then he glanced at his wife, and then at the manuscript which lay on his desk. He always hated writing his sermons,
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and, truth to tell, did not write at all good ones; but on this special morning his ideas seemed to come a little more rapidly than usual—now, of course, he had lost every thought, and the sermon was ruined. Besides, he was a kind-hearted man. He thought Diana a very handsome little fury, and was rather amused with her than otherwise. Had she been left alone with him, he would not have taken the least notice of her defiant words. He would have said to himself, "She is but a baby, and if I take no notice she will soon cease to talk in this very silly manner."
But alas15! there was little doubt that Uncle William was very much afraid of Aunt Jane, and when Aunt Jane dared him to produce the birch rod, there was nothing whatever for it but to comply. He rose and walked slowly and very unwillingly16 across the room. He unlocked the door of a big cupboard in the wall, and, poking17 in his large, soft, flabby hand, presently produced what looked in Diana's eyes a very terrible instrument. It was a rod, clean, slender, and with, as she afterwards expressed it, temper all over it. It flashed through her little mind by and by that, if she could really secure this rod, it might make a better bow even than the one which she and Apollo had hidden in the wood, but she had little time to think of any future use for the birch rod at this awful moment. The terrible instrument in Uncle William's flabby hand was carried across the room. When she saw it approaching her vicinity she uttered a piercing shriek18 and hid herself under the table.
"Come, come; none of this nonsense!" said Mrs. Dolman. "Punished you shall be. You must be made to understand that you are to respect your elders. Now, then, William, fetch that child out."
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"Diana, my dear, you are a very naughty little girl; come here," said Mr. Dolman.
Diana would not have minded in the least defying Aunt Jane, but there was something in Uncle William's slow tones, particularly in a sort of regret which seemed to tremble in his voice, and which Diana felt without understanding, which forced her to obey. She scrambled19 slowly out, her hair tumbled over her forehead, her lower lip drooping20.
"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. 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.
"Really, Jane, she is only five years old, and—and a poor little orphan21, 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. Dolman, "if you refuse to give that child the necessary punishment which is to
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make her a Christian22 character, I shall simply wash my hands of her. Now, then, miss, get on my lap. William, do your duty."
Poor Mr. Dolman, pale to the very lips, was forced to comply. Down went the rod on the fat little form—shriek after shriek uttered Diana. At last, more from terror than pain, she lay quiet on Mrs. Dolman's knee. The moment she did so, Mr. Dolman threw the rod on the floor.
"It's a horrid23 business," he said. "I hate corporal punishment. We have hurt the child. Here, give her to me."
"Nonsense, William! She is only pretending."
But this was not the case. The fright, joined to the state of excitement and heat which she had been previously24 in, proved too much for the defiant little spirit, and Diana had really fainted.
Mrs. Dolman was frightened now, and rushed for cold water. She bathed the child's forehead, and soon had the satisfaction of seeing her coming to again.
There was not a word of defiance25 from Diana now, and not a single utterance26 of reproach, but when she looked at Mrs. Dolman there was an expression in her black eyes from which this lady absolutely recoiled27.
"Uncle William, I's hurted awfu'," whispered Diana. "Let me lie in your arms, p'ease, Uncle William."
And so she did for the rest of the morning, and the sermon never got written.
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