but what about the pills i hear you ask , topsy had correctly guessed that after that landing dingbats brakes would be well and truly knac useless , so after giving its nose an encouraging pat/shove he trotted into mi casa , whistling as he went , and as he entered my room i asked him if he could sing , because he certainly couldnt whistle , and then i continued my conversations with mrs blake , marcel and inma , who seemed to be fascinated about sheilas cross-stitch poem , the menu on our first concord flight and what i had written on the inside of patricia barbers satchel , which had gotten me six of the best from the headmaster , until freyja removed two pills from the mach 3.3 pot , slipped them under my tongue , and firmly clamped my mouth shut until they dissolved .