He tapped on the window-pane and called out:
"Come indoors, Dreamikins. What are you doing? You make me giddy to look at you."
But Dreamikins stopped for a minute, then she called out cheerfully:
"I'm just shaking old angel Meribah out of me; she doesn't want to go, and so she sticks!"
Then she went on shaking herself again.
Her uncle checked his laughter. He looked on at Dreamikins' antics, and watched for the next step. Suddenly she stopped, then threw up her arms towards the sky, and looked upwards with the most ecstatic smile upon her face. And then very gravely and seriously she walked back into the house. Fibo waited patiently. It was not long before she appeared at his door, and then she came in on tiptoe, with shining eyes. Walking straight up to him, she climbed upon his knees and put her arms round his neck. She held him tight for a minute without speaking a word, then she put her little mouth to his ear and whispered:
"Jesus Christ has done it. He really has comed into me, and He's going to lock the Devil out, so I shall never be naughty again—never!"
Fibo shook his head in a perplexed fashion.
"I don't think you will always be good, Dreamikins. I am afraid sometimes you will shut the Lord out of His rightful place, and then you will be naughtier than ever. But I hope that will happen less and less frequently."
"I shall have to walk on tiptoe always," said Dreamikins, taking her arms away from his neck and settling herself comfortably on his knee. "But it's a very wunnerful thing to happen to me, Fibo. It's a—don't you call it a mirricle?"