How can I go to sleep? Tomorrow I meet the Queen. My hair is in a thousand rag-tied curls so that my head bumps on the pillow. I can't believe my school chose ME. Tomorrow I really meet the Queen! "Mama, is there a bathroom on the Royal Train? Will the Queen have tea on the train? Mama, will she wear her jewels and her crown?" Mama says, "Shush, shush, Frances. No, not her crown but she'll probably wear a hat. Perhaps a big, blue hat. Blue is the Queen's favourite colour. Now, no more. Sleep and the time will fly by."