"Like you," put in Freda—"you and this garden and the little door."
"Please let us see your pictures," said Daffy, stealing a little nearer to the invalid's chair.
He put down his hand and took up a portfolio from the grass.
"I'll show you what I have. They're going into a book very soon."
"Do you make books?"
"No, only the pictures in them."
They hung over his chair in rapt enjoyment of all he showed them. There were fairies dancing and playing hide-and-seek amongst beautiful flowers, lying asleep under ferns and toadstools, climbing along a rainbow to get the pot of gold at the other end, and tickling children's cheeks with their tiny fingers as they lay asleep in their cots. There were dogs and cats, all going through wonderful adventures; and in nearly every picture there was a reproduction of Dreamikins. Daffy eagerly looked out for her, and when he turned over a sheet which showed her standing bareheaded with hair flying in the wind on the top of a hill, and hands stretched out upwards, Daffy exclaimed:
"I like that. Oh, I wish I had a picture like that! What is she doing?"
Fibo pointed to words printed underneath:
"I don't like earth, I want heaven!"