This sounded attractive, and King reconsidered. "Well, I don't mind," he said. "But I won't give all my money. I have fifty cents a week. I'll give ten." "So will I," said Dick, and the others all agreed to do the same. Of course, Rosy Posy didn't count, so this made sixty cents a week, and furthermore it necessitated a treasurer. "Let's each be treasurer," said King, remembering how well his presidential plan had succeeded. "No," said Midget; "that's silly. I'll be treasurer, and I'll keep all the money safely, until we want to use it for something nice." "Yes, let's do that," said Gladys. "Mopsy's awfully careful about such things, and she'll keep the money better than any of us. I haven't mine here now; I'll bring it over this afternoon." "I don't care much about the money part," said King. "I want to cut up jinks. When do we begin?" "Right now!" said Marjorie, jumping up. "The first jink is to bury King in leaves!" The rest caught the idea, and in a moment the luckless Kingdon was on his back and held down by Dick, while the girls piled leaves all over him. They left his face uncovered, so he could breathe, but they heaped leaves over the rest of him, and packed them down firmly, so he couldn't move. When he was thoroughly buried, Marjorie said: "Now we'll hide. Don't start to hunt till you count fifty, King." "One, two, three," began the boy, and the others flew off in all directions. All except Rosy Posy. She remained, and, patting King's cheek with her fat little hand, said: "Me'll take care of you, Budder. Don't ky." "All right, Baby,--thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight,--take that leaf out of my eye! thirty-nine, forty--thank you, Posy." A minute more, and King shouted "Fifty! Coming, ready or not!" and, shaking himself out of his leaf-heap, he ran in search of the others. Rosy Posy, used to being thus unceremoniously left, tumbled herself and Boffin into the demolished leaf-heap, and played there contentedly. King hunted for some minutes without finding anybody. Then a voice right over his head said, "Oo-ee!" He looked up quickly, but saw only a tree which had not yet shed its foliage, and who was up there he could not guess from the voice. If he guessed wrong, he must be "It" over again, so he peered cautiously up into the branches. "Who are you?" he called. "Oo-ee!" said a voice again, but this time it sounded different. "Here goes, then," said King, and he swung himself up into the lower branches, keeping sharp watch lest his quarry elude him, and slip down the other side. But once fairly up in the tree, he found the whole five there awaiting him, and as they all dropped quickly to the ground, and ran for "home" he had to jump and follow, to get there first himself. The jolly game of Hide-and-Seek lasted the rest of the morning, and then the little guests went home, promising to come back in the afternoon and bring their contributions to the treasury of the "Jinks Club."