By this time Dreamikins was feeling rather tired, so she crept into her uncle's garden again by the little door, and half an hour after, Annette found her fast asleep in a wheelbarrow which had some freshly mown grass in it.
Annette carried her up to bed and let her sleep there till two o'clock, when she woke her up and gave her some dinner.
Dreamikins ate her dinner silently. Her cheeks were flushed with sleep, and Annette sat by the window sewing, and wisely said nothing to her.
After she had finished her meal, she washed and dressed her in a fresh white frock.
"Now we'll go out for a walk," said Annette..
"Oh no, we won't," said Dreamikins. "I'm not going to do anything good to-day. I'm being wicked."
Annette looked helplessly at her charge.
"Your good uncle be very grieved, and he have a bad head to-day, and he lying down now. Will you go for to wake him and give him more pain?"
"I aren't going near Fibo, not yet I aren't. I'll take a walk by myself, Annette, and if you follow me I'll throw stones at you."
Dreamikins put on her hat, but would not look at her gloves; she threw those into a basin of water, and laughed at Annette's shocked face when she did so.