"I can't help it, Gus; don't frown at me. I never could be a proper mother, and Dreamikins is beyond me. Who is your familiar spirit now, childie? You seem to have behaved very rudely to Cherubine."
"I'm just empty," said Dreamikins, "and God is so kind as to take care of me Himself without any angel at all. I'm going to get a fresh angel soon, and then I'll tell you who it is."
She spoke with great dignity. Then Fibo turned to his sister.
"I hope you've come to stay this time."
"For a week or so, if you can have me."
She looked round the garden as if she loved it.
"I don't forget the old days, Gus. How happy I was, and how torn in two I was when I had to leave you!"
"I shall always live with Fibo when I'm growed up," said Dreamikins. "I shan't leave him like you did."
"Oh yes, you will, when a man walks in who means to be your husband. And if I had stayed with your uncle, there would have been no Dreamikins in the world, for God only sent you to me after I had left him."
Dreamikins considered this.