The Wrong Tower - Again!!!

As Timothy and George scrambled up the windy stair case of the mysterious, gloomy tower. The two boys had once again selected the wrong tower to go up. "Come on," panted George "we can do this." " Have you noticed anyhting?" asked Timothy eagerly, "No." replied George, "what?" "I've died of tiredness!" Timothy panted.

Marigold hummed along softly to the small gramaphone on her bedside table and combed her hair waiting for the two boys to save her. Obviously, she was wrong to think that they could save her but also wrong to think they were clever enough to save her.