"Feeding the hungry, sir," Diavolo drawled cheerfully. "Well," groaned the poor priest, "you needn't have taken all my best china for that purpose." "We did that, sir," Diavolo replied with dignity, "in order that you, all unworthy as you are, might have the pleasure of participating in this good work. But, there!" he said to Angelica, "I told you he wouldn't appreciate it!" To the credit of the Heavenly Twins and their guests, it must be recorded that no harm happened either to the china or the plate. The next day was a Saint's day, and the children announced at breakfast that they intended to keep it. They said they were going to compose a religion for themselves out of all the most agreeable practices enjoined by other religions, and they proposed to begin by making that day a holiday. Mr. Ellis would have remonstrated at the waste of time, and Father Ricardo at the absence of proper intention, but the way the twins had put the proposition happened to amuse the duke, and therefore they gained their point. But, having gained it, they did not know very well what to do with themselves. Angelica wouldn't make plans. She was thinking of the long dress she had worn the day before, and feeling a vague desire to have her own lengthened; and she wanted also to take that mysterious packet known as her "work" to her Aunt Fulda's sitting room, where the ladies usually spent the morning, so as to be with them, but she knew that Diavolo would scorn her if she did; and the outcome of all this vagueness of intention was a fit of excessive irritability. She wanted sympathy, but without being aware of the fact herself, and the way she set about obtaining it was by being excessively disagreeable to everybody. There was a rose in a glass beside her plate, and she took it out, and began to twiddle it between her fingers and thumb impatiently, till she managed to prick herself with the thorns, and then she complained of the pain. "Oh, that sort of thing doesn't hurt much," Diavolo declared. "It _does_ hurt," she maintained aggressively; "and pain is pain, whether the seat of it be your head, heart, or hind-quarters." "_Angelica!_" Lady Fulda exclaimed with tragic emphasis. "Someone must really talk to you _seriously!_ you are positively _vulgar!_" "Thank Heaven!" Angelica ejaculated fervently. "I knew I was going to be something!" She get up as she spoke, and walked out of the room with her head in the air, affecting a proud consciousness of having had greatness suddenly thrust upon her. Lady Fulda looked helplessly, first at Father Ricardo, then at Mr. Ellis. "Can't you do something?" she said to the latter. Mr. Ellis replied by an almost imperceptible shrug of his shoulders. "We know better than to interfere when she's in one of her bad-language tantrums," Diavolo explained.