The Old Lady was sitting up in bed feeling a bit peculiar, she had made herself a cup of tea and was trying to decide if she had been ill with a fever in the night. That was the only logical explanation for the most vivid and extraordinary dreams that she had remembered from the night before.
'Nothing for it, I'll have to get up and do the crossword, that will sort things out.' She leapt out of bed, briskly dressed and went downstairs. She thought she was doing rather well until she looked in the mirror on her way to collect the paper off the front step - and realised that she had forgotten to brush her hair. Carefully making herself a strong cup of coffee and she settled down with the crossword and began to think about answering the clues. As her eyes strayed to the patio doors, she started and found herself staring out of the windows. ' Oh my Dears, you are real, how wonderful, how wonderful!' - for there on the lawn, carefully spelt out in baby rose hips were the words ' THANK YOU'.
The Old Lady sat down in her chair and began to recall the extraordinary events of the previous evening, she was sure now that something amazing and most unusual had happened, she also felt relieved to know from their response that she had agreed to continue her relationship with her new friends.
' I agreed to help them, something about helping them with a grand plan I seem to recall.' For you see, the Old Lady was still feeling confused and a bit as though she was still in a dream. 'Perhaps a little doze in my chair and things will become clearer'.
As she settled into a gentle sleep, Mildred and Hortensia carefully removed the rose hips and left a gift of a small basket of late blackberries on the patio step.
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