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Sibyl skipped down to the drawing-room with her spirits brimful of happiness. She opened the door wide and danced in.
"Here I come," she cried, "here I come, buttercups and daisies and violets and me. " She looked from one parent to the other, held out her flowing short skirts with each dimpled hand, and danced across the room.