Ruth and Marjorie were on the verge of tears, the boys were all angry at Hester, and Hester herself was in one of her wildest furies.
She refused to answer Cousin Jack, and sat on her throne, shrugging her shoulders and twitching about, with every cross expression possible on her pouting face.

Mr.Bryant became more serious.
"Children," he said, "this won't do.

This Sand Club is a jolly, good-natured club, usually, and now that I see you all at sixes and sevens, I want to know what's the matter.

Midget, will you tell me ?" "I want Ruth Rowland to be in our club," said Marjorie, straightforwardly; "and Hester doesn't want her.

And Hester says that because she is Queen, we must all do as she says." "Ah, ha; urn, hum.