Dreamikins slowly got upon her feet again.
"And how soon shall we know about him?"
"I dare say in a few days. I will tell you as soon as I hear. Are lessons over?"
"Oh, lessons!"
Dreamikins brought down her uninjured leg and foot with a stamp upon the carpet, and tears filled her blue eyes.
"It's always trying and especking and not getting. I do think it might happen easy and comfortable for Michael and us. I wish I could grow and swell up into a grown-up person quick, and then I'd just go and get everything done in one day."
"But, my poor little impatient Dreamikins, don't you know we can't all get our good deeds into one day and be finished with them? They must last our lifetime. And it is not doing a thing once that tells; it's doing it continually."
Dreamikins shook her curly head sadly.
"I always did hate that word contin'lly. It means go on, and on, and on, doesn't it? I like to go on, and then stop and do somefing different."
"So you do. And we've had enough of this sober talk. Get me my baccy-jar over there; I'm going to smoke a pipe. Will you fill it for me? And then I'll show you a picture I've been drawing this morning."