Her new crown was tumbled sideways, her hair ribbons had come off, and her face, flushed red and angry, was further disfigured by a disagreeable scowl.
And just at this moment Ruth arrived.

She came in, smiling, neatly dressed in a clean print frock, and broad straw hat with a wreath of flowers round it.
"Hello, Marjorie," she said, a little shyly, for she didn't know the Craig boys, and she couldn't help seeing that Hester was in a fit of temper.
"Hello, Ruth," said Marjorie, running to her, and taking her by the hand.

"Come on in; this is Sand Court.

These are the Craig boys,--Tom, Dick, and Harry.

And this is our Queen,--but I think you know Hester Corey." "Yes," began Ruth, but Hester cried out: "I don't want her to know me! She sha'n't join our club, I say!" Ruth looked bewildered at first, and then her sweet little face wrinkled up, and the tears came into her big blue eyes.
"Don't cry, Ruth," said Midget, putting her arm round her; "Hester is sort of mad this morning, but I guess she'll get over it.