"Oh, you Babes!" he exclaimed.
Dreamikins admonished him with her small finger.
"Don't be a P.D., Fibo. We're not babes—not in the least!"
"What's a P.D.?" asked Daffy curiously.
"Proud Dog!" said Dreamikins. "He's always a P.D. when he calls me a 'Babe.'"
Then she said with a sudden change of tone:
"And now let's talk about the War, Fibo. Cherubine is just having a nice little nap, so we needn't mind her feelings."
"Anything but that, Dreamikins," said her uncle gravely. "I thank God daily you little ones are kept in peace and safety."
"We don't talk about it much," said Freda. "Nurse says horrors are not for nurseries. But Daffy and me want to know what will happen if everybody kills everybody. Who'll be the soldiers then?"
"God won't let all the peoples be killed," said Dreamikins. "It will crowd up heaven so all at once, and make it so stuffy!"