"No, no," cried Dreamikins; "we'll squeeze in behind, very small. I couldn't possibly be dis'pointed, and Freda and Daffy couldn't. You see, we all are working so hard, and we can all go in the pony-carriage. Oh, Fibo dear, it will be lovally!"
"It will be heavenly!" exclaimed Freda; and Daffy began to dance up and down upon her toes.
"Now I do pray and beseech you," said Fibo imploringly, "not to be laying up another disappointment in store for yourselves. It's a very difficult undertaking, and if you young creatures had not such wheedling ways of creeping into my heart and upsetting everything there, I shouldn't attempt improbabilities. You must give me time, and you mustn't worry and wear me to fiddlestrings because I can't settle it all up in a minute! Run along, and when the door is tightly shut, and your voices out of ear reach, I may be able to take up my pen and write a letter."
The little girls obediently left the room. Freda and Daffy had to go home, but Dreamikins said hopefully:
"Fibo will do it. He's a wunnerful man."
"Yes," said Freda; "and we feel God is on our side, and we'll ask Him in our prayers to-night to help that chaplain to say 'Yes.'"
"Oh, I shan't wait till to-night! I'll ask God now," said Dreamikins. She astonished Freda and Daffy by suddenly falling down on the grass in the garden, and putting her hands over her face, and her face on the ground. Freda and Daffy watched her in silence. She jumped up in about two minutes.
"I've done it."
"We never say our prayers in the daytime," said Daffy.
"And never flat on the ground," said Freda.