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Gabbie marched out of the room. "I'm going to take a nap," she called crossly to Mary Anne.
"Wow," said Mary Anne to Myriah. "Gabbie sounds really mad."
"She must be upset about what Jamie said. We love our baby, even thought it isn't here yet."
"I'm glad you feel that way," said Mary Anne.
"How can Jamie be so mean?"
"I don't think he's being mean. He was jealous when Lucy was born. He used to be the baby of the family. Then everything changed for him. I think he felt a little scared."
"Now Gabbie feels bad," said Myriah.
"I know," agreed Mary Anne.
Myriah looked thoughtful. "Let's do something nice to make her feel better."
"That's a good idea," said Mary Anne. "Like what?"
"I'm not sure."
Myriah and Mary Anne sat down on the floor of the baby's room.
"What are some things Gabbie likes to do?" Mary Anne asked.
"She likes to color."
"What's something special that she can't do every day?"
"Go on rides at Disney World."
"Not that special. Something we could do this afternoon."
"I know!" said Myriah. "She likes tea parties. She likes to give tea parties for her dolls, but sometimes it's a big pain because she wants to get dressed up first, and dress her dolls and teddies, too."
"Well, let's have a tea party, then!" exclaimed Mary Anne. "I'll go downstairs and set it all up. We'll have juice and cookies. You and Gabbie get dressed up, and then dress up the dolls and animals. ... I don't think Gab-bie's really taking a nap, do you?"
"No way," replied Myriah.
So Mary Anne ran downstairs and found Gabbie's tea set in the playroom. She set eight places around the kitchen table. Then she put a cookie at every place, and filled the tiny teacups with Hawaiian Punch. She folded napkins and even grabbed a vase of flowers from the living room and put them in the middle of the table.
"Myriah! Gabbie!" she called from the bottom of the stairs. "Tea time!"
"We're not ready yet!" Myriah called back.
Mary Anne ran upstairs to see what was going on. In Gabbie's room she found Myriah wearing a pink party dress with white tights and shiny Mary Jane shoes. But Gabbie had had a different idea about getting dressed up. She was wearing one of her mother's slips, a necktie belonging to her father, a feather boa, a straw hat, sunglasses, and snow boots.
"How do I look?" she asked.
Mary Anne glanced at Myriah who shrugged.
"Lovely," Mary Anne told her.
"I'm all dressed up," she announced.
"I see. Are your dolls ready?" It was hard to tell. One of them was wearing sunglasses. Another was wearing a bathing cap.
"Yes," replied Gabbie, "but the bears aren't."
"Show us how to dress the bears," said Mary Anne. "Myriah and I will help you."
Gabbie instructed them to put undershirts and socks on the three bears, and then they carried the dolls and bears down to the kitchen, and sat them around the table.
"This is beautiful," said Gabbie, looking at the tea party and trying to sound grown up.
"It is too, too diveen," added Myriah.
Mary Anne giggled.
She and the girls drank their tiny cups of punch and ate their cookies. Then they drank the bears' and the dolls' punch and ate some of their cookies, too.
"Did you like the party?" Mary Anne asked Gabbie when it was over.
Gabbie nodded. "I loved it. It was too, too diveen."
Mary Anne smiled. The crisis was over.
Chapter 6.
Linny and Hannie were right. The Delaney children are awful. They are nasty and bossy and everything Hannie said they are. I know because I baby-sat for them. Mrs. Delaney called the Baby-sitters Club, and of course my friends urged me to take the job since it's in my neighborhood.
I arrived at the Delaneys' after school on a Friday. (What a way to start the weekend.) Their house is the opposite of the Papadakises' or Watson's (I mean, mine). Last year, one of my spelling words was "ostentatious." (I'm a good speller.) And that's what the Delaneys' house was. Ostentatious. It was showy and show-offy and ornate. Guess what was in their front hall - a fountain. No kidding. There was this golden fish standing on its tail, fins spread, with water spouting out of its mouth and running into a little pool surrounding it.
Guess what's in our front hall - two chairs and a mirror.
Guess what's in the Papadakises' front hall - two chairs and Myrtle's box.
In the Delaneys' gigantic backyard are two tennis courts. In their library and living room are gilt-framed portraits and Oriental rugs, and the kitchen looks like a space control center with gadgets and buttons and appliances everywhere. I hope I never have to give the Delaney kids a meal. I wouldn't even be able to figure out how to toast a slice of bread. (I think the Delaneys' have a part-time cook, though.)
But I could have handled all this stuff okay. It was the children I couldn't take.
For starters, they weren't even interested in meeting me. Their mother answered the door, gave me instructions and phone numbers, and put on her coat, and still I hadn't seen the children.
"Where are Amanda and Max?" I finally asked.
"Oh, of course," said Mrs. Delaney, sort of breathlessly. "I suppose I ought to introduce you."
She led me into a room that I guessed was the family room, but it sure didn't look like