THE GREAT PAINTER
It had taken Belle no time at all to find a uniform for Alice. She’d seen them stored in great piles in a room at the back of the Town Hall, and had gone straight there and got in through her little window. But once inside she’d heard several of the Browncoat Boys coming and so had to hide in the piles of uniforms. It wasn’t until nearly morning that she was able to came back with a bright blue Rasperite jacket and trousers.
“I hope they fit,” Belle said, “I didn’t want to turn the light on, so I had to feel for the right size.”
Quite miraculously they seemed as though they’d been made for Alice and she paraded around the broken presses as if she’d become a fully fledged Rasperite.
“I am the great listener. I am the great ear-hole!” she laughed delightedly. Then she t
