"Look at what?" answered the little fellow. "Oh, Diana! don't say it's Uncle Ben!"
"I don't know nothing 'bout no Uncle Ben; but didn't you see something flash there?—something white, just over there? I know who it was; it was mother. Mother has gone to the angels, but she has come back. Mother! mother! come here! Call her, Orion; call her, call her!"
"Mother! mother!" said the little boy; "mother, come here!"
But there was no answer to this cry, which, on the part of Orion at least, was full of agony. No answer either from the heaven above or the earth beneath.
"It was a mistake, I s'pect," said Diana. "Mother is in heaven; she's a beautiful angel, singing loud. Well, let's come 'long." She staggered to her feet, and, supported by Orion, began to walk across the field. "Let's go into the garding," she said.
Poor little Orion was quite in despair.
"We are miles from the garden," he said. "I think you have gone silly."
"S'pect I has," said Diana. "What fun!"
"And you have got such a queer look on your face."
"A k'eer look on my face?" repeated Diana.