“This is my month to be in waiting,” said Lady Grace. “Could you take me to her, do you think?”
“Afraid that’s impossible,” said Colonel Jim. “Don’t know where she is. She was taken out of the palace and hidden somewhere.”
“How dreadful it all sounds,” said Wooden. “I shouldn’t have thought such things could have happened in Toyland. I do hope they give her enough to eat.”
“I expect she’s having her tea now,” said Wooden’s aunt. “If I was a Queen, I’d have herrings every day.”
It was a foolish remark, as many of Wooden’s aunt’s remarks were, but it turned out to be a lucky one, for it reminded Peggy of something she had heard downstairs, while she was bathing the baby doll.
“I suppose she couldn’t be the lady in the top story!” she said.
They stared at her. “What do you mean, dear? What lady?” asked Wooden.
“When I was downstairs just now,” said Peggy, “Mrs. Emma was getting tea ready for the lady in the top story, and Mr. Emma said he was sorry for her being shut up there, and he wondered if she would like a herring for her tea.”
“Did they give her one?” asked Wooden’s aunt.
“No,” said Peggy. “Mrs. Emma said that as she was Wax she might not like herrings.”