Chapter Four
Hildy’s secret warehouse was buzzing with activity when Clara arrived there the next morning. Hildy herself was trying to be everywhere at once: overseeing Til’s finishing touches on the elevator project, directing a group who were apparently building a new autocarriage, and working on a separate project of her own. This last one was in too many pieces for Clara to tell what it was.
“Is this a bad time?” Clara inquired as Hildy saw her and came over.
“Not when it’s you,” Hildy smiled. “I could use your help, if you’ve time.”
“Food!” bellowed Min, settling on Hildy’s shoulder with her sharp claws extended.
Hildy winced. “You’d better not have drawn blood, miss,” she said sternly, shoving the pigeon off her shoulder. “For that you’ll have to wait another ten minutes.”
Min
