"You'll never know fear any more,
Little dear;
Good-by, Rub-a-Dub."
"Oh, don't Di! You make me feel so frightened," said Orion. "Why do you talk like that? Can't you 'member nothing?"
"Course I 'member," said Diana. "Rub-a-Dub's dead."
"Never know fear,
Little dear;
Rub-a-Dub's dead."
"Come this way," said Orion, taking her hand.
She was quite willing to follow him, although she did not in the least know where she was going.
"S'pect I aren't well," she said at last. "Don't be fwightened, poor little boy. S'pect I aren't k'ite well."
"I's so hungry," moaned Orion.
"Well, let's go into the house; let's have bekfus. Where's Fortune? Come 'long, Orion; come 'long."
They had reached the highroad now, and were walking on, Orion's arm flung round Diana's waist. Suddenly, rattling round a corner of the country road, came a man with a milk cart. He was a very cheery-looking man with a fat face. He had bright blue eyes and a kindly mouth.