A sharp tap on her shoulders roused her with a start. Miss Ramsay was standing over her, looking very angry.
"Come, Diana! this will never do," she cried. "How dare you go to sleep! Do you know your geography?"
"P"ease, I doesn"t know what jog-aphy is," said Diana.
"What a very naughty little girl you are! Have not I been taking pains to explain it all to you? You will have to stay in the schoolroom when lessons are over for quite five minutes. Now, stand up on your chair, hold your book in your hands, don"t look out of the window, keep your eyes fixed on your book, and then you will soon learn what is required of you."
Diana obeyed this mandate with a very grave face.
In about ten minutes Miss Ramsay called her to her side.
"Well, do you know your lesson?" she asked.
"Kite perfect," replied Diana.
"Well, let me hear you. What is the capital of England?"
"Dublin Bay," replied Diana, with avidity.
"You are a very naughty child. How can you tell me you know your lesson? See, I will ask you one more question. What is the capital of Scotland?"
"Ireland," answered Diana, in an earnest voice.
Miss Ramsay shut the book with a bang. Diana looked calmly at her.
"I thought I knew it," she said. "I"s sossy. I don"t think I care to go on learning jog-aphy; it don"t suit me." She stretched herself, gave utterance to a big yawn, and half turned her back on her teacher. "You is getting in temper," she continued, "and that isn"t wight; I don"t care to learn jog-aphy."
What serious consequences might not have arisen at that moment it is hard to tell, had not Orion caused a sudden diversion. He fell off his chair in a heap on the floor.
Iris sprang from her seat and ran to the rescue.
"I"m drefful sick," said Orion; "I think it was the lollipops and ginger-beer. Please let me go to bed."
"Lollipops and ginger-beer!" cried Miss Ramsay in alarm. "What does the child mean?"
CHAPTER XII.
A BABY"S HONOR.
When Miss Ramsay repeated Orion"s words there was a dead silence for a full half minute in the schoolroom. Had anyone noticed them, they might have observed Philip and Conrad turn very pale; but all eyes were directed to little Orion, who was lying on the floor, pressing his hand to his stomach and moaning bitterly.
"I"m drefful sick," he said; "I wish I had not taken that horrid ginger-beer."
"But where did you get ginger-beer?" said Miss Ramsay, finding her voice at last. "Get up this minute, Orion, and come to me.
"Really," continued the good lady to herself, "there must be something uncanny in those outlandish names; I don"t think I can manage these children. Orion is as bad as Diana, and she is the greatest handful I ever came across.
"Come here, Orion," continued the governess, "and tell me what is the matter with your stomach."
"Pain," answered the little boy, "crampy pain. It"s the ginger-beer.
I"m drefful sick; I can"t do no more lessons."
"Let me put him to bed," said Diana; "let me go nurse him. I"ll sit on his bed and talk to him. He is a very naughty boy, but I know how to manage him. Come "long, Orion; come "long wid sister Di." She grasped the little boy firmly with one of her own stout little hands, and pulled him up on to his feet.
"Diana, you are not to interfere," said Miss Ramsay. "Come, Orion; come and explain what is the matter."
"Lollipops," moaned Orion, "and ginger-beer. Oh, I did like the lollipops, and I was so thirsty I thought I"d never leave off drinking ginger-beer."
"But where did you get lollipops and ginger-beer? Mrs. Dolman never allows the children to take such unwholesome things. What can you mean? Where did you get them?"
To this question Orion refused to make any reply. Baby as he was, he had a confused sort of idea of honor. Philip and Conrad had told him that he was on no account whatever to mention the fact that they had gone away fishing on the previous afternoon, that they had visited a little shop and spent some of Orion"s own money. Philip and Conrad had no money of their own, but before he parted with the children, Mr.
Delaney had given the two elder ones five shillings apiece, and the two younger ones half a crown, and Orion"s half-crown had seemed great wealth to Philip and Conrad, and had accordingly induced them to treat the little fellow with marked consideration. The whole of the money was now gone. How, Orion had not the slightest idea. He only knew that his pockets were empty and that he felt very sick and very miserable.
He shut up his little lips now and raised his eyes, with a sort of scowl in their expression, to Miss Ramsay"s face.
"Where did you get the lollipops and ginger-beer?" repeated the governess.
"That"s my own business," said Orion. "I"m drefful sick; I want to go to bed."
"You are a very naughty little boy," said Miss Ramsay.
"I think him a brick," whispered Philip to Conrad.
"Hush, for goodness" sake!" whispered back Conrad.
"I want to go to bed," repeated Orion. "I"m drefful sick; I"m quite tired of telling you. I have got a headache and a pain in my tumtum."
Again he pressed his hand to his stomach and looked imploringly around him.
"What"s all this fuss?" here burst from Diana. "Why can"t Orion go to bed? New teacher, you has a very queer way of managing sildrens. When we was at home we went to bed when we had pains. I can"t underland you, not one little bit."
"Come with me this moment, Orion," said Miss Ramsay. "Diana, if you speak a word except in the French tongue, you shall be kept in during all the afternoon."
Orion and Miss Ramsay left the room, and the other children stared at one another. The three Dolman girls sat down to their books. Philip and Conrad thought it best to follow their example. Iris and Apollo looked wistfully from one to the other, but did not dare to speak; but Diana, walking boldly over to the nearest window, amused herself by touching each fly in turn with the tip of her small fat finger.
"They don"t like it, poor darlin"s," she said to herself, "but I don"t mean to hurt "em. I wonder now if I could get away to the wood and get hold of my bow and arrow. Miss Wamsay must be shotted as well as the others. It"s awful what I has got to do."
Apollo sank dejectedly down before the account of the Spanish Armada, and Iris, with tears slowly rising to her eyes, turned over her lesson books. At last the impulse to do something was more than she could stand, and, rising from her seat, she edged her way to the door. Mary called after her in French to know what she was going to do, but Iris would make no reply. She reached the door, opened it, and then ran as fast as she could to the nursery.
There she found Simpson putting Orion to bed. The little boy was crying bitterly.
"As soon as ever you lie down, master, you have got to drink off this medicine," said Simpson.
"I won"t touch it--horrid stuff!" said Orion.
"But you must, sir. I"ll allow no "won"ts" in my nursery. Little boys have got to do what they are told. If you make any fuss I"ll just hold your nose and then you"ll be obliged to open your mouth, and down the medicine will go. Come, come, sir, none of those tears. You have been a very naughty little boy, and the pain is sent you as a punishment."