“But I’ve heard them. ‘Oh yes, that Elsa. She’s one of the bed-and-breakfast children.’ Honestly, it sounds like I’ve got a duvet for a dress, cornflake curls, two fried-eggs eyes and a streaky-bacon smile.”
“In the corner of the playroom was a little wooden airplane with a propellar that went round and round. ‘We could use this plane to get to the trap door,’ said Bramwell. ‘Rather dangerous, I know, but quite honestly I can’t bear to think of Old Bear up there for a minute longer.’ “