A few minutes after they were all getting into the pony-carriage again, and thanking Mr. Horner for his kindness.
"You have helped these small people to realise one of their ideals, Horner," said Fibo, as he shook hands with him.
Mr. Horner nodded.
"I wish we were more like them," he said, and as his eyes met Fibo's, they both smiled, for they understood each other very well.
Dreamikins was very quiet when she got into the carriage. She had a rapt smile about her face. Presently she looked across at Freda and Daffy.
"We've done it nearly all now, and very soon we shall be quite, quite ready to die."
"Oh, I don't know," Freda said doubtfully. "I don't feel like that at all. I want to live and grow up and do wonderful things, much more wonderful than what we've done to-day."
"I was very disappointed in the prison," said Daffy. "I thought there would be chains, and stone pillars, and darkness all underground. It wasn't very awful after all, and Michael was in quite a nice room."
"You did not expect to find him in a Roman dungeon," said Fibo, "did you? And our prisons do have worse cells than the one we saw this afternoon. But Michael is not a desperate criminal, and I think the confinement quite enough punishment for him. I hope it will be the making of him."
"Well," said Freda, "Daffy and me have done everything the Bible tells us, and now we're free to be as naughty as we like!"