Either you'll stay in the club and agree to have Ruth for a member also, and be pleasant and kind to her, or else you can take your hat and go home." Mr.Bryant spoke quietly, but very firmly.

He knew all the club had been through, in putting up with Hester's tantrums, and he thought it only fair that they should be relieved of this troublesome member.
"I won't have Ruth in," she repeated, but she dropped her eyes before Mr.Bryant's stern glance.
"I'm sorry, Hester, but if you won't have Ruth in, then you must go home, yourself, and I will ask you to go at once." "All right, I'm glad to go!" and Hester pulled off her crown and threw it on the ground, and stamped on it.

Then she broke in two her pretty gilt sceptre, and threw that down.

She flung her hat on her head and marched out of Sand Court with angry glances at each one.

She flirted her skirts and twitched her shoulders, and though she said nothing, she was as furious a little girl as can well be imagined.
Ruth was almost frightened, for she was unaccustomed to such scenes.