“Oh dear.” Mrs. Peabody put a hand to her chest. “Maybe people got the date and time for the party wrong?”
“No, Phelinda!” Mrs. Dixon pushed past them and grabbed her wrap from the coat rack behind the door. “It’s worse than that.” She started down the steps and toward the gate.
“We should go with her,” Neville grumbled to Mrs. Peabody. “Milly, that’s enough for tonight.”
“But why do I always miss out on all the fun!”
“Off to bed!” Mrs. Peabody ordered, before turning and hurrying after Neville.
Obediently, but not without severe disappointment, Milly closed the door, leaving the adventure outside, and stood alone in the foyer of the mansion.
***
“Howdy there!” A voice cried from behind the headlights.
“What a nice… surprise,” Mrs. Dixon managed, shielding her eyes against the
