"You'll want all your goodness now," he said. "If I were you, I would have the little angel Patience to stay with me till you can run about again."
Dreamikins straightened herself in bed, and spoke with great dignity.
"I chooses my own angels, Fibo dear; and I should think Patience wasn't any fun at all."
So they left it, but the days were long and wearisome to Dreamikins; and as soon as she was well enough for visitors, Freda and Daffy were sent for to spend the afternoon with her.
The little friends met again with delight.
"We've never heard what happened after you ran away from us that day," said Freda. "Nurse was the whole afternoon cleaning the paint off Bertie; she was in an awful temper, and she said you should never come near us again. If Mums hadn't been at home, she wouldn't have let us come to-day. But Mums has been very kind; she let Daffy and me go by ourselves to see that old sick washerwoman. Jane knew her, and said she'd be glad to see us, and we've taken her some flowers, and a bun, and a packet of cocoa we bought with our own money. And she's a dear old woman, and tells us stories about when she was a little girl and went to a Dame's school. A Dame is a woman. Did you know that?"
Dreamikins listened with the greatest interest. Then she told them about her adventure at the farm.
"I mean to go and see Mrs. Dufty as soon as ever I'm well. She loves me, and I love her."
"Don't you hate lying in bed?" asked Daffy pityingly.
"Yes; but, you see, I had no angel, or it wouldn't have happened. I shall get a new one soon. I shan't have Cherubine back. I didn't quite like one or two things about her. She got to contradick me so often."