"What is all this radiance for this morning, Elizabeth? Me or Buddy or the new roadster?"
"You and Buddy and the new roadster, Father, darling. The roadster was the completest surprise, but I am more intimately fond of you and Buddy. I just can't believe you are here. I gave myself a good hard pinch every time I woke up in the night, to try to make myself believe it. The last time, I got up and sneaked to your door and listened to hear if you were breathing."
"Well, was I?"
"You were doing more than that, Daddy."
"Where did you sleep when they turned you out of your room for John?"
"I'll show you bye and bye, Daddy. I've got a room of my own, and all I had to do was to put a tiny, weeny little bed in it. I thought that was going to crowd it dreadfully. Instead, it is very becoming to it. Faith, Hope, and Charity guard my slumbers, only I couldn't slumber, I was so excited."
"Faith, Hope, and Charity?" her father looked inquiring.
"They are my guardian angels, borrowed from Aunt Helen by permission of Grandmother. Would you like to go out and see the pigs, Daddy?"
"I'd like to but I don't think we've time before breakfast."
"Well, their names are Faith, Hope, and Charity, also—this new litter, I mean. Grandfather let me name them. They are excruciatingly cunning, Daddy. Faith and Hope keep themselves a little messily, but Charity is as clean as a kitten. She knows her name, too, and comes when you call her by it."