"Because they chooses to, and Er likes to be close to me, so he does it."
"You're talking nonsense."
Dreamikins raised herself in her chair eagerly.
"It isn't nonsense. You're only a round rogue. Fibo's round rogue was rolled round and round till he got into a ball, and then an ogre came by and threwed him up into the moon, and he peeps out, showing one fat cheek when the moon is full. That's what will be done to you one day."
Edmund stared at her.
"What a rum kid she is!" he said.
Freda and Daffy were not sure whether Dreamikins was going to get on with Edmund; but after tea, when they played together again, they noticed that Edmund always did what Dreamikins wanted. There was no doubt she had a way with her; and suddenly, in the midst of a hot argument, she would smile her radiant smile and call him a nice boy, and then he would stop arguing and agree with her instantly.
But they had a last argument together when Annette called for her, and she stood in her hat and coat wishing them good-bye.
"Say good-night to Er," she demanded, turning to Edmund.
"There's no Er here. Show him to me."