You might imagine that Lulu, getting ready to go to bed, was feeling discouraged. Wrong! Lulu is not a girl who discourages easily, in spite of the fact that her sick plan, her hide plan, her bring-in-the cats-plan—all of them!—had failed. No, Lulu was not discouraged. She was . . . thinking.

She was thinking that she had just finished spending a whole, entire, totally bossed-around Saturday in the company of Sonia Sofia Solinsky. And THAT WAS ENOUGH. THAT WAS MORE THAN ENOUGH! She promised herself that by the end of Sunday, she was absolutely, positively, utterly, no doubt about it getting this babysitter out of her life.

Lulu lay in bed thinking, and chanting her chant: