"Mine is," said Dreamikins, with pride. "I maded the bed myself. I asked Fibo if I might get a bedroom ready for a visitor, and he said 'Yes.' Fibo nearly always says 'Yes,' he is such an A.M."
"What's that?"
"Angel Man. I always call him that when he is special kind. I've come out this morning to hunt about for a stranger, but I can't find one; not even a little one. Everybody we've met lives about here."
"We might do some of the other things first," said Daffy thoughtfully.
"But the stranger is the most exciting," said Freda. "I'm longing to meet him."
And then as they were walking along the lane talking eagerly somebody came towards them. It was a man, and he was in dusty clothes, and he limped. He carried an old sack across his shoulder, and one of his boots was tied round his foot with a handkerchief.
In a moment the three little girls darted towards him.
Dreamikins reached him first.
"Would you like to sleep at our house to-night?" she asked him breathlessly.
"No, at ours," shouted Freda and Daffy together.