"I think so," Sadie guesses. It'll be a tight squeeze, but that doesn't strike her as an unpleasant prospect - quite the opposite, given their recent scare. "I'll just have to hold onto Augustine." Giving Frank a sly little smile, she adds, "And you'll just have to hold onto me."

Augustine leaps lightly into the dumbwaiter and then onto the barrel. It seems that as Sadie's sobriety increases, so does her fox's dexterity. Piling in after him, Sadie scoops her fox into her arms, trying to make as much room for Frank and Gertrude as they can.