[Rose]

‘My stars, no, child!’ Granny Greenhill exclaimed to Rowan. ‘I don’t have the foggiest idea ‘bout where she’s gone off to. I was expecting to meet Miz Cela here. I brought the honey she wanted for the honey cakes she told me she was planning on baking this week.’

Will's suggestions to the hungry Hobbit's questions caught her attention. 'Well, now, I can get the tea brewing if someone will get the stove lit, she said standing up from her seat. 'You girls can whip up some eggs and such can't you?'

'But first,' she said rapping her stick several times on the floor, ‘someone ought go for Shiriff Smallburrow, don’t you think. Will, how about you? And Master Boffin, has anyone let him know what’s happened?’