Frodo let out a little yelp, and stared at Gilda in disbelief, reaching down to rub his ankle. She shook her cane warningly at him. ‘Don’t you get any ideas, you rascal! You are not going anywhere today. Your uncle has asked, very politely, for your help, and I’ll not have you gallivanting about. If he shirks his work, Bilbo, you send him to see me!’