"Yes, dear; a small one."
Aunt Sarah whipped her hand into a deep pocket and took out a glass. Diana surveyed herself critically in its depths.
"I like my dwess," she said, "but I don't like this howid bwown stuff on my face."
"Never mind, dear; bear it for the present. When we get down to the southwest of England it shall all be taken off; but up here Uncle Ben thinks it best for you both to have it on."
"Why?" asked Diana.
Aunt Sarah was puzzled for a moment.
"'Cos it's wholesome," she said at last.
"And isn't it wholesome in the southwest of England?" asked Diana.
Aunt Sarah was puzzled how to reply. Diana, who was gazing at her very intently, burst into a clear, childish laugh.
"Do you know you is a humbug?" she said. "You know perfect well why you is using that. You want to hide us, that's why. What a silly old Aunt Sawah you is!"