Stuck-up, yellow-haired thing!" Sand Court was in full session, and all had been going on amicably until Marjorie had chanced to mention meeting Ruth at Atlantic City, and said she had asked her to come to the Sand Club meetings.

At this, Hester had flown into one of her rages, and declared that Ruth should not become a member of their little circle.
"Look here, Hester Corey," said Tom Craig, "you promised, if you could be Queen, to be always sweet and pleasant.

Do you call this keeping your promise ?" "Pooh, who cares! I only promised, if the club stayed just the same.

If you're going to put in a lot of new members without asking me, my promise doesn't count." "Ruth isn't 'a lot,'" said Marjorie, laughing at Hester's fury.
But her laughter only made Queen Sandy more angry than ever.
"I don't care if she isn't! She's a new member, and I won't have _any_ new members,--so, there, now!" "Say, Hester," began King, "I don't think you're boss of this club.

Just because you're Queen, you don't have any more say than the Grand Sandjandrum, or me, or anybody." "I do, too! A Queen has _all_ the say,--about everything! And I say there sha'n't be any more people in this club, and so there sha'n't!" Hester stamped her foot and shook her fist and wagged her head in the angriest possible way, and if the others hadn't been so exasperated by her ill-temper they must have laughed at the funny picture she made.