"I'm going to a party," the Marchioness announced, smoothing her gown.
"What time?"
"Five o'clock, but I'm all ready. I am going to dance a minuet."
This was a poser; but Flibbertigibbet did not wish to be outdone, although there was no party for her in prospect.
"I can dance too," she signalled.
"I know you can—lovely; that's why I told you."
"I wish I could see you dance the minute."
The Marchioness did not answer at once. Finally she spelled "Wait a minute," jumped down from the broad sill and disappeared. In a short time she was back again.
"I'm going to dance for you. Look downstairs—when it is dark—and you'll see the drawing-room lighted—I'll dance near the windows."
The two girls clapped their hands and Flibbertigibbet jumped up and down on the window sill to express her delight.