"Oh, I wouldn't do that!" said the woman. "You might be hanged up for that."
"What's being hanged up?" asked Diana.
"It's something very bad—I need not tell you now; but there are laws in this country, and if you shoot your enemies you are hanged up for it. You are not allowed to do those sort of things in this country."
"Yes, I are," answered Diana, "'cos I are the gweat Diana. You underland, don't you?"
"I don't know that I do; but, anyhow, I have no time to stand talking now. Come along, and you can tell me afterwards. I have got such a nice supper—plenty of strawberries and cream, plenty of milk and cake."
"Oh, my tumtum," said Orion, pressing his hand to that part of his little body with great solemnity.
"How soon will the supper be over? and how soon can we get back home?" asked Diana.
"That depends on where your home is, my pretty little dear," said Mother Rodesia.
"It's at Wectory, stoopid woman."
"I don't know that place, miss."