And it makes her stuck up and spoiled!" "Did your mother say my sister was stuck-up and spoiled ?" demanded King, flaring up instantly.
"Well,--she didn't say just that,--but she is, all the same!" And Hester scowled crossly at Midget.
"Why, Hester Corey, I am not!" declared Marjorie.

"What do I do that's stuck-up ?" "Oh, you think yourself so smart,--and you always want to boss everything." "Maybe I am too bossy," said Marjorie, ruefully, for she knew that she loved to choose and direct their games.
"Yes, you are! and I'm not going to stand it!" "All right, Hester Corey, you can get out of this club, then," said Tom, glaring at her angrily; "Marjorie Maynard is Queen, anyway, and if she hasn't got a right to boss, who has ?" "Well, she's been Queen long enough.

Somebody else ought to have a chance." "Huh!" spoke up Dick; "a nice queen you'd make, wouldn't you?
I s'pose that's what you want! You're a bad girl, Hester Corey!" "I am not, neither!" "You are, too!" "Jiminy Crickets!" exclaimed King; "can't this Club get along without scrapping?
If not, the Club'd better break up.

I'm ashamed of you, Dick, to hear you talk like that!" "Hester began it," said Dick, sullenly.
"Oh, yes; blame it all on Hester!" cried that angry maiden, herself; "blame everything on Hester, and nothing on Marjorie.

Dear, sweet, angel Marjorie!" "Now, Hester Corey, you stop talking about my sister like that, or I'll get mad," stormed King.