harm, and----"

But Diana could not proceed any further. Mrs. Dolman, in her wild
indignation, had lifted her in her 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 ingratitude, 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.

"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 chastising her."

"In what way?" said Mr. Dolman. "I am very bu