Marjorie was so sweet and patient as she sat at home, while King and Kitty started off for the Jinks Club, that Mrs. Maynard was tempted to waive the punishment and send her along, too. But the mother well knew that what she was doing was for her child's own good, and so she stifled her own desires, and let Marjorie stay at home. Midget was restless, though she tried hard not to show it. She fed the gold-fish, she read in her book of Fairy Tales, she tried amusements of various sorts, but none seemed to interest her. In imagination she could see the rest of the Jinks Club seated in the bay at Dorothy Adams', chattering about the party. "Oh, hum," sighed Marjorie, as she stood looking out of the playroom window, "I do believe I'll never be naughty again." "What's 'e matter, Middy?" said Rosy Posy, coming along just then. "Don't you feels dood? Want to p'ay wiv my Boffin Bear?" Marjorie took the soft, woolly bear, and somehow he was a comforting old fellow. "Let's play something, Rosy Posy," she said. "Ess; p'ay house?" "No; that's no fun. Let's play something where we can bounce around. I feel awful dull." "Ess," said Rosy Posy, who was amiable, but not suggestive. "Let's play I'm a hippopotamus, and you're a little yellow chicken, and I'm trying to catch you and eat you up." Down went Rosy Posy on all-fours, scrambling across the floor, and saying, "Peep, peep"; and down went Marjorie, and lumbered across the floor after her sister, while she roared and growled terrifically. Mrs. Maynard heard the noise, but she only smiled to think that Marjorie was working off her disappointment that way instead of sulking. Finally the hippopotamus caught the chicken, and devoured it with fearful gnashing of teeth, the chicken meanwhile giggling with delight at the fun. Then they played other games, in which Boffin joined, and also Marjorie's kitten, Puff. The days, of late, had been such busy ones that Puff had been more or less neglected, and as she was a socially inclined little cat, she was glad to be restored to public favor. And so the long morning dragged itself away, and at luncheon-time the Jinks Club sent its members home. The Maynards were always a warm-hearted, generous-minded lot of little people, and, far from teasing Marjorie about her morning at home, King and Kitty told her everything that had been discussed and decided at the Jinks Club, and brought her the money contributed by the members. So graphic were their descriptions that Marjorie felt almost as if she had been there herself; and her spirits rose as she realized that her punishment was over, and in the afternoon she could go over to Gladys', and really help in the preparations for the party. At last the night of the great occasion arrived.