" No, it was much worse than that. One evening Skye walked into their portion of the screened porch and caught Jane dancing with the Popsicle stick, dancing and humming, and even murmuring to it. Skye heard only one word, which was, naturally, “Dominic.” “What are you doing?” she barked, horrified that a Penderwick would sink so low. Jane dropped the stick and casually covered it with her foot. “Nothing,” she said. “Just dancing.” “Dancing with—” Skye couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud. "

― Jeanne Birdsall , The Penderwicks at Point Mouette (The Penderwicks, #3)