Downstairs, the pot in the fireplace was boiling rapidly. Olivia immediately got up, changed back into her white frilly, knee-length bloomers, matching blouse with the short, puffy sleeves, sleeveless blue dress, white socks, and black Mary Jane shoes and ran downstairs to it. She removed the lid from the pot, stirred it up, and tasted it. "Ah, ah, ah! Just a minute!" Olivia called to them. The thugs stopped fighting and turned their heads to listen. "Supper's not quite ready yet," said Olivia. "You'll just have time to wash." "Why wash?" asked Fidget. "What for?" asked Old Blind Joe.