While speculations and theories were being tossed around outside, an exhausted Siren remained in the living room while the orphans were running around the house in a frenzy.

“I WANT BROWNIES,” Jacob screamed.

“We don’t have any in the house,” responded Hannah, who was picking up the toy trucks all the boys left on the floor.

“Why not? We’re orphans, not peasants!” Hillary said. “Miss Siren, can you make us some brownies today?” she asked the only ...