"He's one of God's best angels, and he's very strong, and has been all over the world, and done the most wunnerful things. He can tell stories—lovely ones—of where he has been and what he has done, and his name is Er."
She paused, adding thoughtfully:
"I found that name in my Bible, and God told me it was the right one."
Fibo looked at her.
"Well, it seemed as if God did," said Dreamikins. "I aren't making it up altogether, Fibo."
Then she went on smilingly:
"He won't let nothing hurt me, because he'll be stronger than Cherubine, and he'll make me like to be good, Fibo. Cherubine tried to make me good, but I never liked it, never!"
"Dreamikins," said Fibo gravely, "there's only One Person Who can make you really good. No angel can."
"Yes, of course," said Dreamikins, shrugging her shoulders. "I quite unnerstand, Fibo; but Er and me unnerstand each other, and he'll be a great 'normous help to me. I'm going to show him the garding now, and tell him a few things. Do say you're pleased he has come! He likes being with me very much, he says, and he's promised to always take care of us when we go driving, so that you may be quite comfortable about me driving you. We couldn't have a naxident with Er."
Fibo laughed out at the artfulness of this, and then Dreamikins hobbled away, and he heard her out of his window talking volubly to her new guardian angel.