"I have not the slightest objection, my dear. I simply wished to see
you children. I will say good-night now; we can have a further talk
to-morrow. But first, before I go, let me repeat over your names, or
rather you--Apollo, I think you call yourself--had better say them for
me."

"That is Iris," said Apollo, pointing to his elder sister, "and I am
Apollo, and that is Diana, and that is Orion."

"All four names taken from the heathen mythology," replied Aunt Jane,
"and I, the wife of a good honest clergyman of the Church of England,
have to listen to this nonsense. I declare it may be inconvenient--it
may frighten the parishioners. I must think it well over. I have, of
course, heard before of girls being called Diana, and also of girls
being called Iris--but Apollo and Orion! My poor children, I am sorry
for you; you are burdened for life. Good-night, good-night! You will
see me again to-morrow."

The great dinner-gong sounded through the house, and Aunt Jane sailed
away from the day-nursery.

"Fortune, who is she?" asked Iris, raising a pair of almost frightened
eyes to the old nurse's face.

"She is your father's sister, my darling," said Fortune. "She has come
on a visit, and uninvited, Peter tells me. I doubt if my master is
pleased to see her. She will most likely go away in a day or two, so
don't you fret, Miss Iris, love. Now, come along, Master Orion, and
let me undress you. It is very late, and you ought to be in your
little bed."