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[700] Charmain was quite fascinated by this conversation, but, unfortunately, Morgan looked round for his mother just then and spotted Waif trembling on Charmain's knee. He gave a loud cry of "Doggie!," slid off his sofa, trampling the cloth as he went, and rushed at Waif with both buttery hands out. Waif jumped desperately onto the back of the sofa, where she stood and yapped. And yapped, like a shrill version of someone with a hacking cough. Charmain was forced to pick Waif up and back away, out of Morgan's reach, so that all she heard next of the strange conversation behind the sofa was Mrs. Pendragon saying something about sending Twinkle (or was his name Howl?) to bed without supper and Twinkle daring her to "jutht try it."

[701] As Waif quieted down, Twinkle said wistfully, "Don't you fink I'm pwetty at all?"

[702] There was a strange hollow thump then, as if Mrs. Pendragon had so far forgotten good behavior as to stamp her foot.

[703] "Yes," Charmain heard her say. "Disgustingly pretty!"

[704] "Well," said Princess Hilda, over near the fire, while Charmain was still backing away from Morgan, "things are certainly lively with children around. Sim, give Morgan a muffin, quickly."

[705] Morgan at once reversed direction and ran toward Sim and the muffins. Charmain heard her own hair frizzle. She looked round and found the fire demon hovering beside her shoulder, looking at her with flaming orange eyes.

"Who are you?" the demon said.

[706] Charmain's heart thumped a little, although Waif seemed perfectly calm. If I hadn't just met a lubbock, Charmain thought, I'd be quite frightened of this Calcifer. "I…er…I'm only the temporary help in the library," she said.

[707] "Then we'll need to talk to you later," Calcifer crackled. "You reek of magic, did you know? You and your dog."

[708] "She's not my dog. She belongs to a wizard," Charmain said.

[709] "This Wizard Norland who seems to have messed things up?" Calcifer asked.

[710] "I don't think Great-Uncle William messed things up," Charmain said. "He's a dear!"

[711] "He seems to have looked in all the wrong places," Calcifer said. "You don't need to be nasty to make a mess. Look at Morgan." And he whisked away. He had this way, Charmain thought, of vanishing in one place and turning up in another, like a dragonfly flicking about over a pond.

[712] The King came across to Charmain, jovially wiping his hands on a large, crisp napkin. "Better get back to work, my dear. We have to tidy up for the night."

[713] "Yes, of course, Sire," Charmain said and followed him toward the door.

[714] Before they got there, the angelic Twinkle somehow escaped from the angry Mrs. Pendragon and pulled at the sleeve of the lady-in-waiting. "Pleathe," he asked charmingly, "do you have any toyth?"

[715] The lady looked nonplussed. "I don't play with toys, dear," she said.

[716] Morgan caught the word from her. "Doy!" he shouted, waving both arms, with a buttery muffin clutched in one fist.

"Doy, doy, doy!"

[717] A jack-in-the-box landed in front of Morgan, bursting its lid open, so that the jack popped out with a boinng. A large dollhouse crashed down beside it, followed by a shower of elderly teddy bears. An instant later, a shabby rocking horse established itself next to the tea trolley. Morgan shouted with delight.

[718] "I think we'll leave my daughter to cope with her guests," the King said, ushering Charmain and Waif out of the parlor.

He shut the door upon more and more toys appearing and the child Twinkle looking highly demure, while everyone else ran about in confusion. "Wizards are often very vigorous guests," the King remarked on the way back to the library, "although I had no idea they started so young. A bit trying for their mothers, I imagine."

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[719] Half an hour later, Charmain was on her way back to Great-Uncle William's house with Waif pattering behind her looking as demure as the child Twinkle.

[720] "Ooof!" Charmain said to her. "You know, Waif, I've never lived so much life in three days, ever!" She felt a bit wistful all the same. It made sense for the King to give her the bills and love letters, but she did wish they could have taken turns with the books. She would have loved to spend some of the day at least going through a thoroughly elderly and musty leather-bound volume. It was what she had been hoping for. But never mind. As soon as she got back to Great-Uncle William's house, she could bury herself in The Twelve-Branched Wand, or perhaps Memoirs of an Exorcist would be better, since it seemed to be the kind of book you were happier to read by daylight. Or try a different book altogether, maybe?

[721] She was looking forward so much to a good read that she hardly noticed the walk, except to pick Waif up again when Waif began panting and toiling. With Waif in her arms, she kicked Great-Uncle William's gate open and found herself confronting Rollo halfway up the path, scowling all over his small blue face.