Freda and Daffy often wondered how much Dreamikins believed in her own inventions, but they dared not question it to her.
They visited her very often after this, and brought her story-books to read, and puzzles to solve. Very soon she was carried down into the garden, and placed on a couch close to Fibo's chair.
She was rather proud of this position.
"You and me are just alike now, Fibo. I think we're very interessing, aren't we?"
"Just two L.D.'s," said Fibo.
"Lame dogs—yes; and it's very sad for us, isn't it? P'raps I shall never walk again, just like you. Oh, Fibo dear, how did you feel when they tolded you? Didn't you cry a teeny weeny bit?"
Fibo looked at his small niece with rather a twisted smile.
"It pulled me up," he said; "the fence was too high to take at first, but I managed it after a bit."
"Yes; but weren't you cross? Did you never want to throw things at people? I threw a book at Annette this morning!"
"Throwing things doesn't help, little woman! But I do allow it relieves one's feelings."