If only we could disguise you a little.' 'I know,' said Anthea suddenly.

'Mother's old theatre cloak, and there are a lot of her old hats in the big box.' The blue silk, lace-trimmed cloak did indeed hide some of the Queen's startling splendours, but the hat fitted very badly.

It had pink roses in it; and there was something about the coat or the hat or the Queen, that made her look somehow not very respectable.
'Oh, never mind,' said Anthea, when Cyril whispered this.

'The thing is to get her out before Nurse has finished her forty winks.

I should think she's about got to the thirty-ninth wink by now.' 'Come on then,' said Robert.