"That a lovely idea, Dot. You're sure to earn good will with your baking skills." Especially if what she'd heard about the frightful cook and his obsession with chicken were true. She might have to subsist on Dot's baking almost entirely, unless she were to be let near the kitchen.

"And I'll begin investigating the hotel, first thing after breakfast. There's sure to be a clue to why we've been brought here somewhere." She did feel better for having a plan. It would keep her from worrying over home, her father, her mother, and what Jack would think whenever he learned. Perhaps they'd make it back before word would make it home that she...hadn't.