"Does you like that old thing in the nursery—Simpson, they calls her?"
"I can't say that I do," replied the boy again.
"They is sort of enemies of yours, isn't they?" asked Diana.
"Oh! I don't know that I go as far as that," replied Apollo.
"But if Aunt Jane makes you do howid lessons all day, and if Simpson is always fussing you and getting you to wash your face and hands, and if you can't never go with fellows, and if you is kept in—and if—and if—"
"Oh! don't begin all that, Di," said Apollo. "Where is the use of making the worst of things?"
"Well, I want to make the best of things," said Diana. "I want to have our enemies shotted wight off."
"Do you mean to tell me," said Apollo, laughing, "that you wish to shoot Aunt Jane and that old woman in the nursery?"
"I wish to pwick 'em first time, and then, if they is naughty again, to have 'em shotted down dead. Why not? Mother, who is up in the heavens, called me after gweat Diana, and Diana always shotted her enemies."
"Oh, dear me, Di! I think you are the queerest little thing in the world," said Apollo. "But now, look here," he added, "I am older than you, and I know that what you are thinking about is very wrong. I can't make you a bow and arrow to do that sort of thing."