“He came here looking for her,” Araminta whispered. “Who?” Rosamund asked. “The woman in silver.” “Well, he isn’t going to find her here,” Posy replied, “as I was a mermaid and Rosamund was Marie Antoinette. And you, of course, were Queen Elizabeth.” “The shoes,” Araminta gasped. “The shoes.” “What shoes?” Rosamund asked irritably. “They were scuffed. Someone wore my shoes.”
