“I’m sure I rouble.”

    ‘About the girls, Miss Barrow-—“

    ‘Don’t you  t. Good night.“

    And after t siously doairs, all .

    Nig. Except us. ttempts to teac nigime ened and  t scratcc on doairs, to the larder.

    t open. time, but tonig betrayed itself race of fresh oil.

    Emmeline ed patiently, blankly, for to open, as sed before. Confident t in a moment tter and jam for taking.

    But to panic. t. t’s  of fiddling to know wched which lock.

    t y.

    Emmeline stirred, antly at the delay.

    to a real c s catc . You could al into one of ttages for a snack.

    tcurned, topped. No amount of tugging and jiggling could free it. It was padlocked.

    tters secured in to t double doors . Emmeline, be of moonliginted blue by to  ts,  of reac o place at top of the double doors.

    e were imprisoned.

    Emmeline spoke. “Yum yum,” so be fed. It . e  ime coming, but eventually Emmeline’s poor little brain realized t t be  came into h and wailed.

    tone staircase, turned into to t, rose up anot of stairs and slipped under the new governess’s bedroom.

    Soon anoto it. Not t t, metronomic step of er Barro. A brisk, un of stairs, along a corridor, to the gallery.

    I took refuge in tains just before so t op of tairs sood, a compact little figure, neit nor t on a sturdy pair of legs, topped by t calm and determined countenance. In ed blue dressing goly brus sitting up and ready for morning. uck flat to   plainness on