"Tell us. We're simply dying to hear!"
"I have two real little girls for you to play with."
"Oh, Fibo!"
Dreamikins stopped dancing. She could hardly believe such good news.
"Where? Whose are they?"
"They're not in my pocket," said Fibo, laughing; "but one fine afternoon your little door opened, and in they crawled from the park."
"Real little girls?"
"Real. They're bigger than you; and they live in the old Hall."
"In the big shut up house? And what's their names?"
"I call them E.E. and B.B.—Elusive Elf and Busy Brain."