"Has Miss Emmeline gone?" asked Annette.
Freda and Daffy giggled. Annette, knowing Dreamikins' ways, looked under the bed, then Dreamikins jumped out of the bed on her back. Annette screamed, and Nurse came in. She had been busy packing, and was looking tired and cross.
"Come," she said, "this won't do; my young ladies must go to sleep—we can't have games here."
"It's the last night, H.D.," said Dreamikins. Then she took hold of Nurse's hand.
"You won't forget me, will you?" she said. "I don't like being forgotted. And I'll bring you a present when I come and see you in London. What would you like?"
Nurse looked down upon the child gravely.
"If you behave prettily, that is all I want, Miss Emmeline. Your uncle spoils you, and Annette is no disciplinarian."
"Oh, what's that?"
But Nurse would not answer, and Dreamikins was led off to bed.
Early the next morning, Nurse and her little charges departed. There were tears at the end. Dreamikins stood on the doorstep, and waved her tiny handkerchief till the carriage was out of sight; then she went mournfully into her uncle's study.