"Oh, I do," said Dreamikins, nodding her curls at them. "I always ask God things d'reckly I think of them; and I saw pictures of people in India who pray like that, and so I do it too, and Er says it's a good thing to do, because the Bible always likes you to be low down; and sometimes I hit my chest like the Publican. That's a good thing to do too!"
They could only stare. Dreamikins' statements always interested them. But they both added a fervent petition to God at the end of their prayers that night:
"Oh, please, God, let us go and see Michael in prison."
Two days afterwards, Fibo was able to tell the children that the chaplain, a Mr. Horner, had asked them all to come to tea with him in the prison, and then he would manage that they should see Michael.
This caused great excitement. To have tea in a prison was an entertainment indeed! Everything seemed to work smoothly. Mrs. Harrington gave her permission for them to go, and one bright afternoon Freda and Daffy started off for the Dower House. They found the little pony-carriage waiting at the door, and it was three very happy little girls who drove off a few minutes later. Fibo drove. He would not allow Dreamikins to touch the reins this afternoon; but she was so full of joy at going to the prison that she could think and talk of nothing else. They were disappointed, when they got to the chaplain's rooms, to find them much the same as other people's rooms.
"We thoughted you would be in a stone room with high windows and bars," said Dreamikins to the young man.
He laughed.
"But why put me in prison? I don't quite deserve it, do I?"
"But you live in a prison," said Dreamikins.
Neither she nor her little friends could quite understand it. They sat at a big table and enjoyed their tea; and while they were eating cake and bread-and-butter, Mr. Horner heard why they were so anxious to see Michael.