Beezley listened in silence for a while. Her little elfish eyes got so, so wide as she heard the story of the missing brooch. "Beezley is sorry Misses is going through such troubles. So, so sorry," she said. She wanted to ask Missus Truebridge about the last time the brooch had been seen, but she didn't want to upset her anymore by asking a bad question. If Missus knew that answer, she could find her brooch.

"Beezley will look for the brooch," she promised. "Beezley will help look until the brooch is found." Toddles had looked at the other elfsies like he was waiting for approval, and Beezley was happy to help Toddles. "Toddles is a good elf, he is. Toddles will help Beezley and the other elfsies, and we will find the brooch."