A woman with a smiling face came to the door.
"Now, what in the world is the matter with you, Jonathan?" she answered.
"Only this, wife. I met the queerest little pair in all the world on the road. Can't you take them in and give them rest for a bit? I believe the little miss is hurt awful."
"I's c'acked inside my head, but it don't matter," said Diana.
The woman stared from the children to the man; then something in Diana's face went straight to her heart.
"Why, you poor little mite," she said, "come along this minute. Why, Jonathan, don't you know her? Course it's the little missy that we both saw in the circus last night. Didn't I see her when she fell from the ring? Oh, poor little dear! poor little love!"