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asked Dagmar. Carl replied without removing his eye from Nanny Emily’s keyhole.
    “She’s doing a trampoline act on her bed.”
    “Let me see. Let me see,” demanded Dagmar. Carl pushed her away.
    “And she’s singing. Her face is very red. She’s really turned on.”
    “I hope she doesn’t have a heart attack.”
    “Hell, no, she’s just doing her own thing. She’ll cool off and sleep. She’s just enjoying herself.”
    Emily watched a small green dinosaur scurry across the floor. It began to climb up the wallpaper. She stretched out a gentle hand, to pat its rump. Startled, it ducked behind the wallpaper flowers. Emily smiled, happily.
    Her telephone rang. Emily reached out a nine-foot long arm and picked it up.
    “Hello, hello,” said a Scots accent. “Hello ... Emily?”
    Emily wondered, momentarily, how the telephone came to know her name. She liked its musical voice. She decided to sing her reply.
    “It’s me-e-e-e. It’s me, it’s me,” she trilled to the tune of the “Blue Danube.”
    She conducted her singing by waving the telephone in front of her. The Scots metallic voice spoke to her from mid-air. “For God’s sake, woman. It’s Hettie here.”
    “Hello, Hettie Here,” sang Emily. She pushed the earpiece into her spiky hair. What a coincidence, she thought that the telephone should have the same Christian name as her friend
    “We want to talk to you,” said the voice. “It’s about that dinosaur in the museum.”
    Emily took the telephone away from her ear and examined it. The round ‘O’ of the mouthpiece looked startled. She grinned. “There’s a dinosaur here, too,” she told the mouthpiece, confidentially. “He’s very friendly. He just ran up the wall.”
    “What? Where?” demanded the telephone. “Have you been drinking?”
    Emily raised her eyebrows. She wasn’t sure she liked telephones that were so impertinent.
    “That message in the museum,” said the instrument “We’ve got to find it somehow.”
    “Then why tell me,” said Emily. “I’m sure there are plenty of other telephones who would like to know. There are several kiosks in the museum. Tell them about it.”
    “Holy haggis,” said the telephone, in an exasperated tone. “One of us must be going mad. I rang because I hoped you might have some ideas.”
    “Well, of course,” Emily replied. She saw the dinosaur leap off the wallpaper and burrow its way under the bedclothes beside her. She turned to watch it.
    “Then what do we do?” asked the telephone.
    “We take it home with us,” said Emily. “They’re very affectionate, really. I think they’re just misunderstood.”
    “Take what home?”
    “The dinosaur, of course,” said Emily. “We take it out of the museum. We rescue it. All dinosaurs must be rescued.”
    “You mean we steal it?”
    “If we talk to it nicely, it’ll probably follow us.”
    “There’s no need to be so sarcastic, woman. You think we should take the thing out of the museum so’s we can examine it in detail?”
    “Exactly that, or something like it,” said Emily. The green dinosaur was butting her to gain her attention. “We take it away with us. It’s quite tame.”
    “But it’s over sixty feet long,” said Hettie.
    “No matter how big they are, they’re still friendly.” Emily began to hum softly to the dinosaur, now curled on her lap.
    “There’s something wrong with the line, it makes you sound strange,” said Hettie. “We’ll think about your idea, though. Maybe we could do something like that. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Goodnight.”
    The telephone clicked into silence. Emily dangled it by its cord for a few moments, then lowered it to the ground. The small dinosaur butted her again, and wriggled its tail in reptilian ecstasy. She scratched its scaly stomach. She suddenly felt very sleepy.
    “She’s gone off,” said Carl to his sister. “I told you she would. I’m going to slip out now.”
    Dagmar looked worried. “What about