Amy Le Feuvre, Dreamikins (1918)
“ The game prolonged itself till tea-time, and then they were called indoors. Dreamikins sat up at the tea-table as good as gold. Nurse looked approvingly at her."Your governess is improving you," she said.Dreamikins shook her head."Oh dear no! It's Er. Er is making me so good that I forget how to be naughty.""Who's Er?" demanded Edmund. "Do you mean her? Can't you sound your h's?""I mean Er," said Dreamikins; "and he isn't her, he couldn't be. He's a very nice angel with black curls and black eyes, and he's sitting on my chair with me now!""Angels don't sit on chairs. Why should they?" ”
