Margaret gently ushers them back to Book-worm, when the young girl hides her face in Margaret's skirt when she sees them. Margaret strokes the girl's hair. "It's alright, darling. That's Book-worm, a friend." "Yes, we need to take care of them and help them find their parents," she looks up at him. "Come along, children. Don't be afraid, we're the good ones."