"And he is to have a public funeral, isn't he?" said Diana, "and a
beautiful insipcron. Do say he is, and let us have the funeral
to-morrow."

"I am awfully sorry," said Iris, then; "I did love Rub-a-Dub. Yes, Di;
I'll think it over. We can meet after breakfast in the dead-house and
settle what to do."

"There are to be a lot of funerals to-morrow--I'm so glad," said
Diana, with a chuckle.

She followed Orion into the night-nursery. He was still walking with
his eyes tightly shut and went bang up against his bath, a good
portion of which he spilt on the floor. This put both Fortune and the
under-nurse, Susan, into a temper, and they shook him and made him
cry, whereupon Diana cried in concert, and poor Iris felt a great
weight resting on her heart.

"It is awfully difficult to be a mother to them all," she thought.
"The usual kind of things don't seem to please them. Apollo, what is
the matter? What are you thinking of?"

"I'm only wishing that I might be the real Apollo," said the boy, "and
that I might get quite far away from here. Things are different here
now that mother has gone, Iris. I don't like Aunt Jane Dolman a bit."

"Oh, well, she is our aunt, so I suppose it is wrong not to like her,"
answered Iris.

"I can't help it," replied Apollo. "I have a feeling that she means