Poor little Orion was quite in despair. "We are miles from the garden," he said. "I think you have gone silly." "S'pect I has," said Diana. "What fun!" "And you have got such a queer look on your face." "A k'eer look on my face?" repeated Diana. "Yes; and your eyes, they are ever so big; they frighten me." "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. Does this way lead to garding, Orion?" "No. What are we to do?" said Orion. "Oh, I am so frightened!" He really was. Diana's strange behavior was more than he could understand. "Oh, I'm so bitter hungry!" he cried. He flung himself on the grass. Diana stood and looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face. "Why, you is a poor little boy," she said. "Now, if you'll take my hand we'll go indoors, and Fortune will give us a lovely bekfus. Come, Orion; don't be fwightened, poor little boy." They walked across the field. By this time the sun was up and the place felt warm and dry. Little Orion, shivering in his queer circus dress, was glad of this, and a faint degree of returning courage came into his heart. Diana did not seem to feel anything at all. She walked along, singing as she walked. "We's going to the dead-house," she said. "Rub-a-Dub's dead." "You'll never know fear any more, Little dear; Good-by, Rub-a-Dub." "Oh, don't Di! You make me feel so frightened," said Orion. "Why do you talk like that? Can't you 'member nothing?" "Course I 'member," said Diana. "Rub-a-Dub's dead." "Never know fear, Little dear; Rub-a-Dub's dead." "Come this way," said Orion, taking her hand. She was quite willing to follow him, although she did not in the least know where she was going. "S'pect I aren't well," she said at last. "Don't be fwightened, poor little boy. S'pect I aren't k'ite well." "I's so hungry," moaned Orion. "Well, let's go into the house; let's have bekfus. Where's Fortune? Come 'long, Orion; come 'long." They had reached the highroad now, and were walking on, Orion's arm flung round Diana's waist. Suddenly, rattling round a corner of the country road, came a man with a milk cart. He was a very cheery-looking man with a fat face. He had bright blue eyes and a kindly mouth. "Hullo!" he said, when he saw the two little children coming to meet him. "Well, I never! And what may you two be doing out at this hour?" Diana gazed up at him. "I's going to the garding," she said. "I's to meet Iris in garding. We is to 'cide whether it's to be a pwivate or a public funeral." "Bless us and save us!" said the man.