And Edmund shrugged his shoulders.
"Good-night, Er; you're a proper humbug, and you know it!"
Dreamikins danced away.
"If you're rude to him, God will send you a horrid dream to-night, and you'll wake up and long for a angel to be close to you, and he won't be!"
When she was gone, Freda said:
"If you don't believe Dreamikins, and all she says, it will be no fun at all, Edmund. Even Miss Fletcher never contradicts her. She's different to anybody we've ever seen. And it seems all true to her, so perhaps it is."
"It's rubbish," said Edmund firmly.
"But grown-up people believe in guardian angels," said Daffy. "Let us ask Nurse."
"Nurse," said Freda, "do people have guardian angels?"
"Yes," said Nurse gravely, "so we're told; and I remember a story about a child that was run over and taken out unhurt from a horse's feet, and she said that a 'beautiful angel had covered her under his wings!'"