So, after recess, Miss Lawrence had to make a rule that books could not be used as playthings, even at recess times. For the rest of the morning, Marjorie was a model pupil. She studied her lessons for the next day, and though Miss Lawrence glanced at her from time to time, she never saw anything amiss. But when school was over at one o'clock, Marjorie drew a long breath and fairly flew for her hat. "Good-bye, dearie," said Miss Lawrence, as Midge passed her when the long line filed out. "Good-bye!" was the smiling response, and in two minutes more Mopsy was skipping and jumping across the playground. "Hello, King!" she called. "Where's Kitty? Oh, here you are! Now we can all go home together. What shall we do this afternoon? I want to do something jolly to take the taste of school out of my mouth." "Come over to our house and play in the hay," said Dick Fulton. "All right, we will. I'll have my practising done by three o'clock, and we'll come then." A little later, and the three Maynards flew in at their own gate, and found a warm welcome and a specially good luncheon awaiting them. "I got along pretty well, Mother," said Marjorie, as they all told their morning's experiences. "Only I couldn't help playing paper boats." She told the whole story, and Mrs. Maynard smiled as she said: "Marjorie, you are incorrigible; but I fear you will only learn by experience----" "What is incorrigible?" asked Marjorie. "It's 'most too big a word for you to understand," said her mother, "but it means you must just keep on everlastingly trying to be good." "I will," said Mops, heartily, and then she turned her attention to the chicken pie before her. CHAPTER VII THE JINKS CLUB Saturday was hailed with delight by the four Maynards. Now that school had begun, a whole playday meant more than it did in vacation time, when all days were playdays. It was a glorious September day, and as it was an early autumn, many leaves had fallen and lay thick upon the ground. "I know what to do," said Marjorie, as directly after breakfast they put on hats and coats for outdoor play of some sort. "Let's make leaf-houses." "All right," said Kingdon, "and let's telephone for the others." "The others" always meant the two Fultons and Kitty's friend, Dorothy Adams. Rosy Posy was too little to have a special chum, so Boffin was her companion. Leaf-houses was a favorite game with all of them, and soon the three guests came skipping through the gate. The leaves had been raked from the lawn, but down in the orchard they were on the ground like a thick carpet. The orchard had many maples and elms, as well as fruit trees, so there were leaves of all sorts. "Isn't it fun to scuffle through 'em!" said Marjorie, as she led the way, shuffling along, almost knee-deep in the brown, dry leaves. "More fun to roll!" cried Dick, tumbling down and floundering about.