They chattered on, for they had a good deal to tell each other, then Freda and Daffy went off to visit Shylock, the pony, in his stable. They loved him as much as Dreamikins did, and longed to possess a pony of their own. Dreamikins told them grandly that she and Fibo were going to drive into the town the next day and do some shopping.
"P'raps you'll see the governess," said Daffy.
"I expect I shall. I hope I shan't drive over her when I see her. I shall be so ercited I may pull the reins crooked."
"Fibo will be driving, not you."
"I shall be driving, always," said Dreamikins, with extreme dignity.
"You don't know how," said Freda. "You think too much of yourself, Dreamikins. Daffy and me say so."
"I don't care what Daffy and you say!"
Dreamikins' cheeks got hot. She was not accustomed to be contradicted.
"You'd better go home," she added, turning her back on them, and beginning to play with Drab's tail.
They were all sitting on the grass together. Freda and Daffy jumped up at once.