Freda stepped up closer.
"So she is! Who is she?"
"She's my Dreamikins."
"Is she a real little girl, or just a paper one?"
"She's as real as they're made. What a pity she wasn't here to see you crawling through that little door?"
"Did you see us?"
"Yes, but I pretended not to, so that I shouldn't scare you away."
"Oh, we were much too excited to go back, much!"
"Much!" echoed Daffy from behind. "We never do go back when we're finding out things."
"May we sit down and talk to you?" asked Freda; but she dropped down on the grass as she spoke. "We're simply dying to talk to somebody sensible. I s'pose you know we live the other side of your wall."