Beer dressed Warble for the party, Petticoat standing by and advising.

The gown was a few wisps of henna-colored chiffon which fitfully blew,
half concealed, half disclosed a scant slip of jade green satin.

Flesh-colored stockings, Petticoat decreed, and henna slippers with carved
jade buckles.

"Now, her hair--" he mused, leaning on his folded arms over the back of a
chair.

He walked slowly round Warble.

"Oh, wopse it up anyway," he said, "and tangle some jade beads in it.
She'll stand that."

His orders were carried out and Beer clasped her hands in silent ecstasy
at the result of the combined efforts of herself and her master.

"Some day, Warble," Bill said, "I'll teach you how to dress becomingly."

"And I'll teach you how to undress becomingly," said Beer, not wanting to
be outclassed in her own game.

Warble waved Petticoat out of the room, dismissed Beer with a simple "Get
out!" and then quickly flung off the clothes she wore and hopped into a
little frock of white organdie and cherries.

She wadded some hair over each ear, piled up the rest in a moppy coil and
crowned it with a wreath of cherries.