ed 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.

Then it was Marjorie's turn to feel sorry for Kitty, because she was too
young to go to evening parties. But Mr. and Mrs. Maynard had promised
some special fun to Kitty at home, and she watched Midget's preparations
with interest quite untinged by envy.

Kingdon and Marjorie were to go alone at seven o'clock, and Mr. Maynard
was to come after them at nine.

"But Gladys said, Mother," said Midge, "that she hoped we'd stay later
than nine."

"I hope you won't," said Mrs. Maynard. "You're really too young to go
out at night anyway, but as it's just across the street, I trust you'll
get there safely. But you must come home as soon as Father comes for
you."

"Yes, if he makes us," said Marjorie, smiling at her lenient father, who
was greatly inclined to indulge his children.

"If you're not back as soon as I think you ought to be, I shall
telephone for you," said Mrs. Maynard; but Marjorie knew from her
mother's smiling eyes that she was not deeply in earnest.

Midget had on a very pretty dress of thin white muslin, with ruffles of
embroidery. She wore a broad pink sash, and her dark curls were
clustered into a big pink bow, which bobbed and danced on top of her
head. Pink silk stockings and dainty pink slippers completed