The Painted Dragon. Katherine Woodfine

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      ‘I think we better had,’ said Joe, and dived through the door, Billy following close behind him.

      Some more yells were heard, but a few moments later, the two boys emerged, each leading a dog, and looking rather red in the face. Daisy had the remains of what looked like a long white glove in her mouth. Lucky, meanwhile, was dragging a chewed feather boa behind her, wriggling her little tail in pride and delight.

      Sophie couldn’t help laughing. McDermott was grinning too. Behind them, Uncle Sid panted along the passageway, having safely delivered the swooning lady to the Ladies’ Lounge, smoothed down the rumpled feelings of the salesman in the Stationery Department, and extended all due apologies to the lady in the library. Now, he wiped his forehead with his handkerchief, shaking his head.

      ‘Crikey,’ he gasped. ‘I reckon this art business is a whole lot more trouble than it’s worth.’