Accordingly Miss Ramsay reseated herself, and again took up her novel. She turned the leaves, and soon got into a most interesting part of the volume. Lost in the sorrows of her hero and heroine, she forgot all about Diana Delaney and her bow and arrow.
Meanwhile, Diana, walking rapidly away by herself, was reflecting hard.
"Miss Wamsay's a poor sort," she thought. "I aren't going to twouble 'bout anyone like her, but I must get that arrow made. The bow is beautiful, but I can't do nothing 'cos I hasn't got an arrow."
At this moment, to her great delight, she saw Apollo coming to meet her.
"There you is!" she shouted.
"What do you want with me?" asked Apollo.
"Look at my bow, 'Pollo! Aren't it beautiful? Aren't I just like the weal Diana now?"
"Did you make this bow all by yourself?" asked Apollo.
"Yes; why shouldn't I?"