But Violet Baudlaire was not a Mr. Poe or an Aunt Josephine, thank goodness, and she did believe it and gladly.
"Do you think it will work, Violet?" Klaus asked, the excitement showing in his voice as well as his handsome face.
Violet tied up her hair with a ribbon. Those who are good friends with Violet Baudlaire will know that when she tied her long hair up, the wheels and levers of her inventive mind were at work.
ASOUE
Klaus and Sunny watched the girl inventor intently. Beatrice was sound asleep in her room. And Violet was completely absorbed in her efforts to put the time machine to rights.
Violet knew that her siblings depended on her to get the machine useable, but she was having troubling difficulties and she was tired. It was one in the morning.
Observant Sunny saw her sister needed rest.
"Violet, work on it another time. Come to bed now."
Klaus suddenly realised how late it was and how tired Violet must've been.
"Yeah, you should. You've worked really hard today and you should get some sleep."
She was happy to do so and went quickly.
ASOUE
Klaus carried the tray of steaming food into Violet's room and set in on a small table beside the bed.
"I sure hope you can fix the machine today, Violet. Don't you?" he asked.
There was no answer.
He pulled away the blankets to find an empty bed. He ran to her inventing studio.
She was there lying on the sofa asleep. But when he came over to her she awoke.
She rubbed her eyes and yawned.
"It's done, I think. Of course I didn't try it," she said as she stood up. "Assemble the troops."
ASOUE
There they all were, gathered around the time machine, ready to go back.
They piled in, and thankfully they all fit.
"How many years back?" Violet asked Klaus.
He had tears in his eyes as he spoke.
"Two." One word but it said a thousand things.
She pulled the levers.