"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 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."