'Go on.

How can we do it ?' 'It's _crochet_,' Lucy giggled.

'It's a little crochet mat I'd made of red wool; and I put it in the hall that night.

You've just got to find the end and pull, and it all comes undone.

You just want to find the end and pull.' 'It's too heavy for us to pull.' 'Well,' said Lucy, who had certainly had time to think everything out, 'you get one of those twisty round things they pull boats out of the sea with, and I'll find the end while you're getting it.' She ran up the steps and Philip looked round the buildings on the other three sides of the square, to see if any one of them looked like a capstan shop, for he understood, as of course you also have done, that a capstan was what Lucy meant.
On a building almost opposite he read, 'Naval Necessaries Supply Company,' and he ran across to it.
'Rather,' said the secretary of the company, a plump sailor-doll, when Philip had explained his needs.