"I always ask Cherubine," said Dreamikins, smiling.
"Yes, but you would do better to ask me," said Fibo.
Dreamikins put her head on one side, then she held up one small finger. "Hush, Fibo, Cherubine is speaking."
Fibo was quiet at once, but he looked straight at his small niece with rather grave eyes, and she gave a little wriggle.
"Oh well, Fibo, she says she'll tell me to ask you sometimes, and you know I did ask you about the room, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did, but it was just a chance you didn't bring along a thief into the house. You wouldn't have known the difference. Now I'll tell you a beautiful way you can carry out our Lord's wishes. What is it He wants you to do?"
"To give drink to the thirsty and feed the hungry," said Daffy.
"To take strangers in and visit the sick," said Freda.
"And give clothes to the naked and visit in prison," said Dreamikins.
"Very well. Now I know several good people who take ragged children in; they feed and clothe them and give them houseroom, and nurse them when they're sick, but they can't do this without money. Now, if you have a collecting box, and put some of your loose pennies in, I will send up the box to them when full, and then you will be feeding these children, and clothing them, and taking them in as strangers with your money."