″‘Where is my necklace?’ she asked. ‘What did you do with it?’
‘I hid it in a safe place,’ Annemarie told her. ‘A very secret place where no one will ever find it. And I will keep it there for you until it is safe for you to wear it again.’
“He found a very nice hidey-hole. Mop needed his afternoon nap... but there were lots of gurgly, clanky noises. Mop said he was too hot. It wasn’t quite right.”
“It seemed so awfully ungrateful to go away and leave the laurels to their fate when they had always been so obliging and hidden me from Nurse with their poor, ugly, sooty, Victorian leaves.”