"Yes; do be quick and say. Miss Stevenson is coming down the garden path. I do think that on the very day when mother has gone away it would be hard if we were to have lessons; and if what you say is true, Iris, and mother is happy, why, it does not seem fair; does it? We ought to have a whole holiday to-day, ought we not? Just as if it was a birthday, you know." "I think so too," said Orion, with a shout. "I don't think we need be bothered with old Stevie to-day." He raised his voice, and ran to meet her. "You are not to give us any lessons to-day, Stevie," he said. "It is a holiday, a great, _big_ holiday--it is a sort of birthday. We were all eating strawberries, for Iris said we were not to go back to the house." "Oh, my poor, dear, little boy!" said Miss Stevenson. She was a kind-hearted, although old-fashioned, governess. She bent down now and kissed Orion, and tried to take one of his very dirty little hands in hers. "My dear little children--" she began again. "Please, Miss Stevenson, don't pity us," said Iris. Miss Stevenson started. "My dear Iris," she said, "you don't realize what it means." "I do," answered Iris stoutly. "And I know what Iris means," said Apollo; "I know quite well. I feel miserable; I have got a pain in my throat, and I cannot eat my strawberries; but Iris says we ought not fret, for mother is much better off." "Then, if mother is much better off, we ought to have a holiday, same as if it was a birthday; ought we not, Miss Stevenson?" said Diana, puckering up her face and looking, with her keen black eyes, full at her governess. "You poor little innocents, what is to become of you all?" said Miss Stevenson. She entered the summer-house as she spoke, sank down on the nearest chair, and burst into tears. The four children surrounded her. They none of them felt inclined to cry at that moment. Orion, after staring at her for some little time, gave her a sharp little tap on her arm. "What are you crying about?" he said. "Don't you think you are rather stupid?" "You poor innocents!" said Miss Stevenson. "Please don't call us that," said Diana; "that is our name for the worms. Worms can't see, you know, and they are not to blame for being only worms, and sometimes they get trodden on; and Iris thought we might call them innocents, and we have always done so since she gave us leave; but we would rather not be called by _quite_ the same name." Miss Stevenson hastily dried her eyes. "You certainly are the most extraordinary little creatures," she said. "Don't you feel anything?" "It would be horrid selfish to be sorry," said Diana "Iris says that mother is awfully happy now." Miss Stevenson stared at the children as if they were bewitched. "And we are _not_ to have lessons, Stevie," said Orion; "that's settled, isn't it?"