"I thought I was going to be drownded, and I asked God to send me a better angel, for Cherubine was too small to help me. But she just managed it, till the H.D. came. And now what shall we play at?"
They settled down to a game of marbles on the nursery floor. But very soon they tired of their game and began to talk again.
"Why do you live in such a big empty house?" questioned Dreamikins.
"Because Dad and Mums are in London," said Freda, "and there's nobody to fill their part of the house."
"I could get some people to fill it," said Dreamikins thoughtfully.
"What kind?" asked Daffy. "We shouldn't take anybody into our house, you know."
"It doesn't really belong to us at all," said Freda hastily. "Bertie will have it one day, and turn us out."
Bertie stared with his round eyes at his sister.
"I won't turn you out," he said. "I couldn't. You're so strong."
Dreamikins' eyes were gazing away into space. She said slowly: