"How can you be so cross to me?
I don't mean to be stuck-up and proud, and I don't think I am.

You can be Queen if you want to, and we'll have the election thing all right.

Please don't be so mean to me!" "Can I be Queen ?" demanded Hester, a little mollified; "can I, really ?" "Why, yes, if the boys agree.

They have as much say as I do." "They don't either! You have all the say! You always do! Now, promise you'll make the boys let me be Queen, or,--or I won't play!" Hester ended her threat rather lamely, as she couldn't think of any dire punishment which she felt sure she could carry out.
"I promise," said Marjorie, who really felt it was just that Hester should be Queen for a time.
"All right, then," and Hester's stormy face cleared a little.

"See that you keep your promise." "I always keep my promises," said Marjorie, with dignity; "and I'll tell you what I think of _you_, Hester Corey! I think you ought to be Queen,--it _isn't_ fair for me to be it all the time.