spect was a
sorry spectacle, and Mrs. Fleming watched her uneasily.

"I hope the child isn't going to be home-sick," she said to herself. "I
shall be sorry we took her in if we can't make her happy."

It was evident that something must be done, and something beyond the
ordinary resources of books and dissected puzzles. Mrs. Fleming
cudgelled her brains. Her few days' acquaintance with her young visitor
had taught her that Diana needed judicious handling. It was no use
making palpable efforts to interest her. In her pixie moods she seemed
almost to resent it.

"I believe the secret of Diana is to switch her thoughts off herself on
to other people," ruminated Mrs. Fleming. "Instead of trying so hard to
amuse her, I shall ask _her_ to amuse _us_."

She waited till her guest, who had taken an aimless prowl round the
house, returned once more like a wandering will-o'-the-wisp to the
dining-room, then she tackled her.

"Diana, I want you to do something very kind. I'm in low spirits to-day,
and feeling as stupid as an owl. I believe we all are--Meg and Elsie,
and the boys, and even the Vicar! I'd give anything for something to
buoy me up and to look forward to. Suppose, after tea, we were to make a
circle round the fire and tell stories--really jolly stories that we'd
prepared beforehand. We'd each take the rest of the day to think them
out. If possible, they must be personal experiences; things that have
actually happened to ourselves. You must have had adventures in America,
I'm sure, that would interest us immensely. I'm just longing to hear
about your life out there. Can't you write down a few notes, and give us
a really good yarn? You've no idea how much I'd enjoy it."

Diana stopped whistling, and stood with her mouth screwed into a button.
Her grey eyes were fixed on Mrs. Fleming speculatively.

"I didn't know grown-up ladies ever got bored stiff!" she remarked at
last.

"They do horribly sometimes; indeed the more middle-aged they are the
more they need cheering up, I think. They don't like 'getting on in
years'."

"I guess you want me to act jester."

"That's exactly the role I'd like to assign to you."

The twinkle was slowly coming back to Diana's eyes, and the dimples to
the corners of her mouth. The effect was like sunshine bursting through
a rain-cloud.

"I guess I'll try if I can remember anything to startle you, if you're
out for sensations. It's a kind of literary society, isn't it? Can you
le