"Listening to it is almost like praying, you see, Diana," said Pamela.
"And of course when we know all the good comes from God, it's only
_sense_ to pray to Him, isn't it?"
"I'll think about it," said the gipsy quietly. "Now go to sleep as fast
as you can."
Easier in their innocent minds about their own affairs by a great deal
than Diana was _for_ them, the twins quickly followed her advice. But
Diana dared not go to rest herself; in the first place she had a long
talk with Tim in a corner where they could not be overheard, and then,
finding that Mick had not yet come back, she hung about, terrified of
his returning with the Signor, and frightening the poor children,
without her being at hand.
"You'd best go to bed, I think," said Tim. "I 'spex he's got to drinking
somewhere, and he won't be seen to-night."
"I dursn't," said Diana. "He might come any minute, and that man might
want to carry them off in their sleep, so as to have no noise about it."
"But how could you stop him?" asked Tim, his merry face growing very
sober.
"I'd do my best, and you must be ready, you know," she said.
"He'd be in a nice taking if he didn't find the Signor, or if _he_
wanted to back out of it," said Tim.
"Not much fear of that," said Diana.
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