"God, of course, listens to you, Fibo, you're so good. Does He say He will come back?"
"Yes; He is here. Now speak to Him yourself."
And then, with a great sigh, Dreamikins began her prayer. Fibo did not hear all she said, for she began to sob again, but after a little she looked up with a smile.
"He's comed back to me, and He's going to look after me to-night all His own Self."
Fibo left her. Dreamikins was just Dreamikins, and could never be altered. He understood why her mother said she was too difficult to manage.
The next day was a brighter one for everybody. Dreamikins had recovered her spirits with a bound. When Fibo came to see her, she was ready for a long talk. She went over in detail all the sins she had committed on that one black day.
"I can't think what made me," she said, with a shake of her curls; "but Cherubine had been aggerrating me for a long time. And even now, Fibo dear, I don't think I want her back. How would it be if I had another little angel for a change?—a boy this time. I wonder if he would be sent? But I expect Cherubine would tell him all about me, and then he wouldn't want to come."
"Look here, Dreamikins, we won't talk about angels now. I was rather ill that day when you ran amuck, but it mustn't happen again. You are getting too old for it, and if you don't try to keep yourself controlled now, you'll grow up such a horrible woman that no one will want to live with you."
"How horrible?" asked Dreamikins, with an eager gleam of interest in her eyes.
"I'll tell you about a man I knew who did much the same as you did. He had a dear little wife, and three sweet little children, and for months they would live happily together, and then suddenly he would, as his wife said, 'go on the burst.'"