"To be sure you could, missy."
"Oh, my dear Ben," said Aunt Sarah at that moment, "you are never a-going to let either of them little kids ride a 'orse like Pole Star?"
"You let me manage my own affairs," said the man, scowling angrily.
"Well, I call it a shame," answered the woman.
"Poor Aunt Sawah! you needn't be fwightened," said Diana. "I is never fwightened; that aren't me. I'll wide Pole Star, and Orion, he'll wide G'eased Lightning, only—now, Uncle Ben, is you listening?"
"Yes, to be sure I am, missy," said Uncle Ben, taking another deep draught from his big glass of stout. "What's the 'only,' little miss?"
"Let's pertend," said Diana.
"Pretend what, missy?"
"That after Orion has done it, after he has wode G'eased Lightning, he may go 'way."
"Go away, missy?"