"Who?" Dreamikins asked in a breathless whisper.
"Do you remember the picture in your nursery, where our Lord is standing outside a door knocking at it?"
Dreamikins nodded.
"Yes. He has a lamp in His hand."
"That's a picture of a person's heart. I haven't said much to you about your angels, because you're only a little girl. But when you grow bigger, you'll feel that nobody will satisfy you but the Lord Jesus Himself. Angels can't get the victory over our evil tempers; they can't conquer the Devil when he fights with us, but Jesus can. And His Holy Spirit lives in people's hearts, and comforts them and helps them. And if I have the very best Friend on earth to live with me, I don't think so much about angels. I am content, more than content, to have Him!"
Dreamikins put her head on one side, and began blinking her eyes very fast, a sure sign that she was thinking deeply. Then she clasped her small hands eagerly and leant towards her uncle:
"But, Fibo dear, I 'sure you I want to have the bestest I can have, without waiting to grow bigger. It does take so long to grow. I think if I was watered like the flowers it would be quicker, but Annette won't do it for me, and she even won't let me water my head in the bath! But I'm afraid Jesus would be so shocked to live inside me, and I couldn't talk to Him like I do to my angels, could I? It would be so very dirrispeckful."
Fibo did not answer. He liked Dreamikins to do some thinking sometimes.
She said presently:
"Of course Jesus is the Best, the very bestest Best. And I always mean to have the best of everyfing if I can get it. And my angels do dis'point me dreffully. I get so tarred of them. Would He really come right inside of me, Fibo dear, where I could feel Him when I went to bed and it was dark?"