Madame Doubtfire [antikvár]

A quiet afternoon tea with Father All the way up the stairs, the children fought not jLjL to carry the envelope. Towards the top, Lydia took advantage of her height to force it down Christopher's juniper. Christopher pulled it out and tried to thrust it into Natalie's hand. 'Here, Natty,' he said. 'Give this to Dad.' Natalie shook her head so violently her hair whipped her cheeks pink. She interlaced her fingers behind her back. So Christopher tucked the envelope down the top of her pinafore dress, behind the yellow felt ducklings. Natalie's eyes filled with tears, and by the time Daniel Hilliard opened the door to let his children in, she was weeping gently. He reached down to pick her up in his arms. 'Why do you always have to make her cry?' he asked the other two. Lydia looked away. Christopher blushed. 'Sorry,' they said. Daniel carried Natalie through the hall into the kitchen and sat her on the edge of the table. Hearing a soft crumpling of paper inside her dress, he reached in behind the yellow felt ducklings, and pulled out the letter. 'Aha!' he cried. 'Another missive from The Poisoned Pen. How is your mother, anyway?' fiH, ¦.I