Charlotte's home was beautiful.
The entrance hall had a stone floor covered by a large rug.
The furniture was made of rich wood and leather.
"We'll have tea in the parlor," Charlotte said to Florence.
She led Vinnie and Mandy to a lovely room with a piano.
Charlotte sat on the velvet-covered piano bench and began to play.
"I've been playing since I was four," Charlotte bragged.
"I love music.
Mother says she'll take me to see Johann Strauss.
His orchestra plays at Buckingham Palace sometimes."
"Mandy!" Vinnie whispered.
He had taken the photo out of his pocket.
"The picture is glowing blue."
"We have to find the sewing machine," whispered Mandy.
Then she suddenly called out to Charlotte,
"May we have a tour of your house?"
Charlotte stopped playing, shrugged, and rang a bell.
Florence walked back in.
"Florence can show you around," said Charlotte.
"Certainly," smiled Florence.
"Right this way.
This house has twelve rooms, including a library, four bedrooms, and the parlor."
"Does Charlotte go to school?" asked Mandy.
"She has a private teacher.
Miss Charlotte also takes ballet, piano, and art lessons," said Florence.
"What about the poor children in London?" asked Vinnie.
"Most of them leave home and go to school until they are ten.
Then they work at the factory where their parents work," said Florence.
"You saw some women and their children at the factory."
"Yes, the women were sewing by hand," said Mandy.
"That's hard work."
Florence nodded and said, "And it takes a lot of time.
But Charlotte's father just brought home something special."
"What is it?" asked Mandy.
"I will show you," Florence said with a smile.
Upstairs, Florence stood before a closed door.
"Mr. Singer, an inventor, came up with a great idea," she said.
Florence quietly opened the door.
"It's a sewing machine," said Vinnie.
"You already know about this?" asked Florence, shocked.
"Vinnie thinks it's amazing!" Mandy said quickly.
"Charlotte's father should put these in his factory."
Florence shook her head.
"No, there are only a few machines, and they're expensive."
"Do you know how to use the sewing machine, Florence?" asked Mandy.
"Oh yes, I make play dresses for Charlotte and . . . ," said Florence.
"Curtains?" asked Vinnie, looking at the photo again.
It was starting to turn red.
"Oh no, Master Vinnie," explained Florence.
"Charlotte's father would never have homemade curtains."
"Well, then what?" asked Mandy.
"Just something for me to wear," replied Florence, giggling.
She shyly took something from a nearby chair and held it up.
"Underpants!" shouted Mandy.
The children's eyes closed as they fell down the dark tunnel.
They were back home.