"I'm tarred out with Cherubine. I slapped her and sent her back to heaven. I'm tarred of being good, and I'm having a real wicked day. I felt tied up too tight, and now I'm stretching myself, or I really think I shall burst!"
Freda's eyes gleamed.
"Do tell us what you've been doing."
Dreamikins proceeded to give an account of her day in rapid breathless tones.
"It was because I woked too early, and I couldn't stay still in bed, and Cherubine said I oughted to, and all of a sudden I felt I'd had enough of her, and I tolded her so; and of course she didn't like it, and I said she was no fun no longer, I was tarred of her; and then she wouldn't go, so I slapped her, and of course that sent her flying away like lightning!"
"But how could you slap her?" questioned Daffy.
"Why, of course, I slapped on my chest just where she snuggles down next my heart."
Then Dreamikins paused in her dancing, and her eyes grew big.
"It's a awfully wicked thing to slap a angel!"
"I should think it was," said Freda. "I don't believe you did it. Go on; what did you do next?"