"Stop dripping!" said Midge sharply. "You're getting butterscotch all over the table!"

Barbie came back to earth with a jolt. "I'm sorry, Midge," she said, blushing. "I guess I was way up on a cloud somewhere."

Barbie could hardly wait to talk to her mother and father about the school play. That evening at dinner she told them all about it. "Do you think I have the slightest chance of getting the part of the Princess?" she asked her father.