"But I envied the good times you had, and when Tom wouldn't let me into your club, I got so mad I didn't know what to do." "There, there, don't cry any more," and Midget smoothed the tangled red mop, and tried to comfort the bad little Hester.
Tom looked rather disappointed.
"I say," he began, "she did an awful mean thing, and she ought to be----" "Hold on a minute, Tom," said Marjorie.

"I'm Queen of this club, and what I say goes! Is that right, my courtiers ?" She looked round at the boys, smiling in a wheedlesome way, and King said, "Right, O Queen Sandy! Right always and ever, in the hearts of your gentlemen-in-waiting." "You bet you are!" cried Tom, quick to follow King's lead.

"Our noble Queen has but to say the word, and it is our law.

Therefore, O Queen, we beg thee to mete out a just punishment to this prisoner within our gates." "Hear ye! Hear ye!" said Midget, with great dramatic fervor.

"I hereby forgive this prisoner of ours, because she's truly sorry she acted like the dickens.