"Is you?" asked Diana.
"Yes, dear."
"And does you mind?" asked Diana.
"Yes, dear; 'cos when people are poor they can't get bread to eat, and then they can't get nice clothes like you, little missy. You are a very rich little gal; aint you, little dear?"
"My faver's awfu' rich," said Diana. "We used to live in a most beaut'ful house, and we had a beaut'ful garding to play in. We had animals there—lots and lots. Woman, is you fond of animals—mices and that sort?"
"Love—I just adores 'em."
"Then you is a nice sort," answered Diana. She left her place by Orion and crept up close to the woman.
"May I sit on your lap?" she said.
Mother Rodesia made a place for her at once.
"Put your arm wound me, p'ease; I is still a teeny bit s'eepy."