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"Why, Flossy Flouncy!" cried King; "you couldn't go coasting! I don't believe you've ever tried it!" "I never did but once," said Delight, "and then the hill wasn't very good, but it was fun. I'd love to go on a hill like that." "Would your mother let you?" said Marjorie doubtfully. "No, I don't believe she would. But I'd coax her till she had to." "That's right," said King.
As a passion of the day was slumming, and as nothing could be more piquant than the West Tenth Street establishment, Joe was amused to find automobiles drawing up at his door, and the whole neighborhood watching breathlessly the attack of some flouncy woman or some tailor-made man.
She would not meet him, and it seemed as though there could be no to-morrow, and she would never meet him again in this world. This meeting had had a peculiar significance the flouncy, painted dress, the plans she had made to meet him for once as a woman. Shivering, and in absurd anguish she sat still on the bed. "Oh, Elsa, Elsa, look!"
The victory was made known to the house-steward himself, who, being a little partial to Miss Flouncy herself, complimented Jeames on his valor, and poured out a glass of Madeira in his own room. Who was Jeames? He had come recommended by the Bagnigge people. He had lived, he said, in that family two years.
"But where there was no ladies," he said, "a gentleman's hand was spiled for service;" and Jeames's was a very delicate hand; Miss Flouncy admired it very much, and of course he did not defile it by menial service: he had in a young man who called him sir, and did all the coarse work; and Jeames read the morning paper to the ladies; not spellingly and with hesitation, as many gentlemen do, but easily and elegantly, speaking off the longest words without a moment's difficulty.
Jeames entering the Servants' Hall, where Monsieur Anatole was engaged in "aggravating" her, Miss Flouncy screamed: at the next moment the Belgian giant lay sprawling upon the carpet; and Jeames, standing over him, assumed so terrible a look, that the chasseur declined any further combat.
Their ridiculous grimaces caused shouts of laughter from the Chessy Cats who were not being measured at the moment. "Midget! she's the one that counts!" cried King. "She's got a smile like an earthquake! Flossy Flouncy, here, she won't count half as much!" Marjorie only laughed at King's comment, and spread her rosy lips in a desperate effort to beat the record.
"No," returned King, "we didn't fix things up ahead much, we thought we'd just make up as we went along. I'll crown Flossy Flouncy, and Flip, you crown Marjorie, that'll be all right." The other members of the Royal Family took seats on rustic benches, and the two Queens mounted their thrones.
"I do like them," said Delight, with her shy little smile; "and I think I can get used to those awful horns that they blow." "Good for you, Flossy Flouncy!" cried King, and the nickname so suited the pretty, dainty little girl, that it clung to her ever after. But though she tried, Delight couldn't seem to adopt the ways of the other children.
One of these was a woman, young, pretty, most attractive in the soft, flaring, flouncy costume of that period. A small group of men stood at the bar. One of the barkeepers was mixing drinks, pouring the liquid, at arm's length from one tumbler to another in a long parabolic curve, and without spilling a drop. Only one table was doing business, and that with only three players.
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