"Listen, Dreamikins. This is what the Lord Jesus says. You can find it in your Bible, if you like: 'Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if any man hear My voice and open the door, I will come in to him.' And another time He said to His disciples: 'If a man love Me, he will keep My word, and We will come unto him, and make Our abode with him.'"
"But I'm not a man, Fibo dear. I'm 'fraid, after all, it doesn't fit."
"It means everybody—men and women, boys and girls."
Dreamikins' eyes grew bigger and bigger, with the big thoughts behind them.
Then like a flash of light she vanished from the room, and Fibo was left alone.
In about ten minutes' time she reappeared. This time she walked very softly, with her finger on her mouth. She came up to her uncle, then put her hands behind her and said in an awed whisper:
"I've been talking to Jesus upstairs. I got into a cupboard, like He tells us to. I thought I must be most partic'lar, for I reely think it's too grand to be true! But, Fibo, you telled me the truth. He says He'll be very happy to do it." She paused, then took hold of her uncle by the lappet of his coat, and went on gravely:
"Of course I just tolded God I was much 'bliged for all the angels He sent me. But I'd had enough of them. And He said, 'Very well.' And then I just sat down on the floor and waited for Jesus to come into my heart. But He didn't come, and so I comed down to you; but God seemed to tell me Jesus would come before I go to bed to-night."
Again Fibo felt speechless, as he so often did when Dreamikins talked.
Then Annette came in to take her for a walk, and Fibo did not see her till after her tea. He happened to look-out into the garden, and saw Dreamikins standing in the middle of the path shaking herself most violently. The whole of her little body was in a quiver; her hair was whirling round her head, and both hands were shaking her pinafore and frock and petticoats, as if she were shaking her handkerchief out of the window.