The rain had dried up –  every drip, every puddle –  but Hillie couldn't go out  while her room was a muddle.  Mom had been clear, and  her dad had agreed,  "First, clean up this room!"  they both had decreed.  "But, Mom," Hillie called  from her bedroom door,  "Straightening up is  my least favorite chore!"  Where lay the challenge –  or inspiration –  of lining things up in  perfect formation?  But wait... Hillie thought,  hold on to your hat!  "There's more than one way  to group this with that!"  Hillie dove into her  closet and under the bed,  tossing kit and kaboodle  of stuff overh