"I'm sorry, miss," the guard said, then looked at Toffee more closely. "Aren't you feeling well, Miss? You look a trifle pale around the gills."
"And what's worse," Toffee said, "I feel pale too."
"Well," the guard said helpfully, "I saw an advertisement once about a lady who recommended a vegetable compound very highly. Of course I couldn't be positive but I believe the lady's name was Sylvia Pinkham, or something of the sort. She was a very kind looking old lady...."
"Look," Toffee put in distractedly, "could I go to the study if you came with me? It's terribly important."
"Well," the guard reckoned, "all right. But don't you think you ought to lie down. This lady ... Sylvia ... seemed to think that other ladies should lie down...."
"Blast Sylvia Pinkham," Toffee said. "And blast her compound, too. Come on. Hurry!"
Together they hastened down the stairs. On the first floor the guard led the way to the study and switched on the lights. He watched Toffee with concern as she swept past him into the room.
"My, miss," he said. "You're looking paler every minute. You'll soon be nothing more than a ghost the way you're going."
Heedless, Toffee ran to the desk. There she reached for the globe and turned it with a hurried hand. The guard joined her curiously.