"Well, go to sleep now, and I'll fetch some supper," said Aunt Sarah.
She shut the door behind the children, returning in a few minutes with bowls of bread and milk. Diana sat listlessly down on the nearest bench.
"I's awfu' s'eepy," she said.
She did not quite know what was the matter with her; it seemed as if something had suddenly knocked all her spirit away. She did not know herself without the brave spirit which God had put into her little breast. Orion gazed at her anxiously.
"You do look queer," he said; "your eyes are bigger than ever, and they stare so. What's the matter, Di?"
"Nothing," said Diana.
"Aren't you going to eat your supper?"
"I's wather sick," said Diana; "I don't want to eat. You had best eat all you can, Orion."
"Yes, I had best," answered Orion, "'cos I won't have strength to run away if I hasn't plenty of food."
He began to eat up his own basin of bread and milk, and, as it was not too large, he thought he might attack Diana's also; then he gave her an anxious glance. She was sitting strangely still, her hands lying idly in her lap, her eyes staring straight at the opposite wall.