Daffy's eyes were full of pity.
"Tell us more," demanded Freda.
He waved his hand behind him.
"There's my house, and it's run by Mr. and Mrs. Daw and their daughter Carrie. And Drab the cat, and Grinder the dog, and Whiskers the white rabbit are my family; and I came here ten years ago."
"But Dreamikins—isn't she your family?" asked Freda.
He shook his head.
"She has a father and mother, and a home at Brighton and another in Scotland, and this is her other home, and the one she likes best. Dreamikins' mother is my sister. Now you know all about me."
"And we'll tell you about ourselves," said Freda eagerly. "We come from London, but we don't like it very well, because Dad is in Egypt, and Mums is doing all kinds of things in London that she never used to do before the War. And we got the whooping-cough, and Mums thinks we are too pale, so we've come down here to run wild, she says; but of course Nurse stops us doing that."
"Did you ever have a nurse?" demanded Daffy suddenly.
"Didn't I! What an old dear she was too!"