In a moment the child was-soaked,--her pretty fresh dress hung limp and wet, her curls were drenched, and the swift stream of water in her face almost knocked her over.
Marjorie sprang to Ruth's side, and received a drenching herself.
King ran to Hester to take the hose from her, but she turned it full in his face and sent him sprawling to the ground.
The Craig boys were treated the same way, and when Mr.Bryant manoeuvred to get behind Hester and pinion her arms, she wheeled and sent the splashing stream all over him.
"You little vixen!" cried Cousin Jack, as, unheeding the water, he grasped her right arm.
But the child was wonderfully agile and like an eel she squirmed out of his grasp, and wielding her ungainly weapon with her left hand, she again sprayed the water on the two girls.
"You stop that, Hester Corey!" yelled King, as he scrambled to his feet, and in another moment he and Cousin Jack succeeded in getting the hose away from Hester.
"She ought to have it turned on her!" said Cousin Jack, looking at the little fury, now dancing up and down in her angry rage.

"But, I don't want anything more to do with you, miss.

Go home at once, and tell your mother all that has happened." Glad to get away without further reprimand, Hester, her wrath spent now, walked slowly across the lawn and out of the gate.
"She's a terror!" Cousin Jack commented; "now forget it, kiddies, and let's go into the house and get dried out.

Are you girlies much wet ?" "Not so awfully," replied Marjorie.

"Mostly our hair and, oh, yes, the front of Ruth's skirt is soaked!" "Well, we'll build a fire in the library, and hang ourselves up to dry.
Come on, all you Sand boys and girls." They went in the house, and while they dried their hair and clothes, Cousin Jack told them funny stories and made no mention of Hester or of the Sand Club.
"Now we're going to play a game," he announced, after everybody was dry, and the fire had died away to ashes.