"No; I promise truefully I won't. Fibo will remind me."
"Fibo won't forget us, will you?" said Freda. "And do you think you could send us a letter, Fibo, once now and then—one of your funny ones, you know, with little pictures in the middle?"
"Yes, I dare say I shall be able to manage that," said Fibo, with his kind smile; "and you'll soon be coming down to the Hall again. It isn't good-bye for ever; so cheer up."
"It's all Edmund's fault," said Freda; "but he was so sorry I suppose we must forgive him. And, Fibo, when you write to us, you might just put in a word to help us to be good. We seemed to be getting on nicely, Daffy and me; and now we shan't have anybody to help us."
"Nurse tries to make us good," said Daffy thoughtfully, "but her goodness is quite different to yours, Fibo. You and Dreamikins are always so happy. Nurse's goodness is horrid stuff."
"Now what is it to be good, I wonder?" said Fibo.
"Oh," said Dreamikins quickly, "to feed the hungry and thirsty, and visit Michael in prison, and take in strangers, and clothe ragged children, and visit poor sick people."
"Is that all? You can do all that, and yet be thoroughly naughty. To be good is to please God."
"Oh, Fibo dear," said Dreamikins, shaking her head at him, "nobody could be good like God, except Jesus, could they?"
"Jesus Christ was God; He came into our world to show us how to be good. If we try to be like Him, we shall be good."