After that, Freda and Daffy judged it best to keep silent about their good works.
[CHAPTER XI]
A Visit to a Farm
THE little girls became very fond of their governess. Miss Fletcher loved them all; but of the three, Dreamikins was the most difficult to manage.
One morning she was very inattentive. She sat with her slate before her, apparently working out a sum, but her brain was far away.
"Dreamikins, this is lesson-time," said Miss Fletcher sharply.
She had given up calling her Emmeline. Nobody called her that except Annette and the servants.
"Yes," said Dreamikins, smiling; "but Er is talking to me, and then I have to listen."
"Not in lesson-time," said Miss Fletcher firmly.
"Yes; I do 'sure you he does. I was asking him what happened to the little boy he took care of in a Indian forest when his Daddy was hunting lions, and got lost, and night came on in the dark,—black dark it was,—and the snakes crept up softly to the house, and the wolves sniffed and followed the snakes—"