" I have an idea," Annabelle said, " Let's go to the kitchen and peek in the larder. I bet there's still some gooseberry cake left from dessert. Not to mention the strawberry jam trifle." Lillian lifted her head and blotted her wet nose on her sleeve. " Do you really think a plate of sweets will make me feel better?" Annabelle smiled. " It can't hurt, can it?" Lillian considered the point. " Let's go," she said, and allowed her friend to pull her up from the bench. "