"Go to sleep, with the sun shining, and the fairies pelting us with leaves, and the breeze whispering stories into our ears, and the sheep and the cows calling out to us as we pass them? What do you take me for?"
"Oh, Fibo dear, I do love you!"
Dreamikins laughed out in the fulness of her joy.
"Where are we going?" she asked presently. "Always straight on?"
"Where would you like to go?"
"To see Mrs. Dufty, who called me lovie," said Dreamikins, suddenly having an inspiration. "Oh, do you think we could? I believe she would give us some tea in that lovely kitchen of hers."
"I think we might," her uncle said. "I know where she lives; we turn to the right soon."
"I'll turn when we come to it. I know how to turn! I love turning."
But if Fibo's hands had not been quickly over hers, Dreamikins would have pulled the pony right into a ditch.
"You're a little bit too energetic," her uncle told her.