"And you did it with one hand!"
"Did you ever know me to stop in anything I had to do, for want of a hand?" said Mrs. Starling scornfully.
No, thought Diana to herself; nor for want of anything else, even though it were right or conscience. Aloud she only said,
"I must go home to baby"—
"You had better, I should think," her mother broke in.
"Can I do anything for you first?"
"You can see for yourself, there is nothing to do."
"Shall I come back and stay with you to-night?"
"You had better ask the Dominie."
"Mother, he never wants me to do anything but just what is right," Diana said seriously. Mrs. Starling lifted up her head and gave a curious searching look into her daughter's face. What was she trying to find?