I am sure we may trust it.' The others tried to feel sure of this, too, but it was hard.
No one could be expected to feel very kindly towards the cook, since it was entirely through her making such a fuss about a little foreign mud that the carpet had been taken away.
'She might have told us,' said Jane, 'and Panther and I would have cleaned it with tea-leaves.' 'She's a cantankerous cat,' said Robert.
'I shan't say what I think about her,' said Anthea, primly, 'because it would be evil speaking, lying, and slandering.' 'It's not lying to say she's a disagreeable pig, and a beastly blue-nosed Bozwoz,' said Cyril, who had read The Eyes of Light, and intended to talk like Tony as soon as he could teach Robert to talk like Paul.
And all the children, even Anthea, agreed that even if she wasn't a blue-nosed Bozwoz, they wished cook had never been born.
But I ask you to believe that they didn't do all the things on purpose which so annoyed the cook during the following week, though I daresay the things would not have happened if the cook had been a favourite.
This is a mystery.

Explain it if you can.

The things that had happened were as follows: Sunday .-- Discovery of foreign mud on both sides of the carpet.
Monday .-- Liquorice put on to boil with aniseed balls in a saucepan.
Anthea did this, because she thought it would be good for the Lamb's cough.

The whole thing forgotten, and bottom of saucepan burned out.

It was the little saucepan lined with white that was kept for the baby's milk.
Tuesday .-- A dead mouse found in pantry.