Accordingly, he proceeded to wake Diana. Diana was very sound asleep indeed. He could see her face distinctly, for the first faint return of day was spreading a tender glow over it. She did not look pale; there was a hot spot on either cheek--a spot of vivid rose. "I am cold enough," thought the little fellow, "but Diana seems warm. Wake up, Di; wake up!" he said. "We has runned away, but we has not run far enough. Wake up, Di, and let's go on." Diana did not stir at all at his first summons. He spoke loudly, looking around him as he did so in some terror. A night owl, preparing to go home, was seated on a tree near by. The owl looked at Orion and hooted in a very melancholy manner. His voice seemed to say: "I never saw two greater little fools than you children in all my life." Orion felt rather afraid of the owl. Having failed to awaken Diana by words, he proceeded to shake her. This device succeeded. She opened her great, big, sleepy eyes and stared around her in bewilderment. "So you is our little mother now, Iris?" she said. "All wight; I's coming." She sat up on her grassy bed and rubbed her eyes, then stared at Orion and burst out laughing. "What are you laughing at?" said Orion. "We are in awful danger here. Uncle Ben may catch us any minute." "Who's Uncle Ben?" asked Diana. "Why, Di! how very queer you are. Don't you remember Uncle Ben, the awful man who has the circus?" "No, I don't," said Diana. "Is it true that Rub-a-Dub's dead?" "Oh, Di! Rub-a-Dub died weeks ago. What does it matter about a mouse? I'm frightened about Uncle Ben. If he catches us he'll change his mind, perhaps, and I cannot ride Greased Lightning again. Don't speak so queer, Di. Do rouse yourself. We must get out of this as fast as we can." "As fast as we can," echoed Diana. "All wight, Orion; I's k'ite sati'fied." "Well, come, then," said Orion; "get up." "I don't think I care to." "But we can't run away if you are lying there." "No more we can," said Diana. She laughed again. "Isn't it fun?" she said. "And so Rub-a-Dub isn't dead after all?" "Yes; of course he is." "Orion, look!" said the child; "look!" "Look at what?" answered the little fellow. "Oh, Diana! don't say it's Uncle Ben!" "I don't know nothing 'bout no Uncle Ben; but didn't you see something flash there?--something white, just over there? I know who it was; it was mother. Mother has gone to the angels, but she has come back. Mother! mother! come here! Call her, Orion; call her, call her!" "Mother! mother!" said the little boy; "mother, come here!" But there was no answer to this cry, which, on the part of Orion at least, was full of agony. No answer either from the heaven above or the earth beneath. "It was a mistake, I s'pect," said Diana. "Mother is in heaven; she's a beautiful angel, singing loud. Well, let's come 'long." She staggered to her feet, and, supported by Orion, began to walk across the field. "Let's go into the garding," she said.