"Look here, Hester Corey," said Tom Craig, "you promised, if you could be Queen, to be always sweet and pleasant. Do you call this keeping your promise?"
"Pooh, who cares! I only promised, if the club stayed just the same. If you"re going to put in a lot of new members without asking me, my promise doesn"t count."
"Ruth isn"t "a lot,"" said Marjorie, laughing at Hester"s fury.
But her laughter only made Queen Sandy more angry than ever.
"I don"t care if she isn"t! She"s a new member, and I won"t have _any_ new members,--so, there, now!"
"Say, Hester," began King, "I don"t think you"re boss of this club. Just because you"re Queen, you don"t have any more say than the Grand Sandjandrum, or me, or anybody."
"I do, too! A Queen has _all_ the say,--about everything! And I say there sha"n"t be any more people in this club, and so there sha"n"t!"
Hester stamped her foot and shook her fist and wagged her head in the angriest possible way, and if the others hadn"t been so exasperated by her ill-temper they must have laughed at the funny picture she made. Her new crown was tumbled sideways, her hair ribbons had come off, and her face, flushed red and angry, was further disfigured by a disagreeable scowl.
And just at this moment Ruth arrived. She came in, smiling, neatly dressed in a clean print frock, and broad straw hat with a wreath of flowers round it.
"h.e.l.lo, Marjorie," she said, a little shyly, for she didn"t know the Craig boys, and she couldn"t help seeing that Hester was in a fit of temper.
"h.e.l.lo, Ruth," said Marjorie, running to her, and taking her by the hand. "Come on in; this is Sand Court. These are the Craig boys,--Tom, d.i.c.k, and Harry. And this is our Queen,--but I think you know Hester Corey."
"Yes," began Ruth, but Hester cried out: "I don"t want her to know me!
She sha"n"t join our club, I say!"
Ruth looked bewildered at first, and then her sweet little face wrinkled up, and the tears came into her big blue eyes.
"Don"t cry, Ruth," said Midget, putting her arm round her; "Hester is sort of mad this morning, but I guess she"ll get over it. Don"t mind her."
"I won"t get over it," screamed Hester. "I"m not going to have Ruth Rowland in this club!"
"For goodness gracious sakes, children, what _is_ the matter?"
A grown-up voice exclaimed these words, and then Mr. Jack Bryant entered Sand Court. He took in the situation at a glance, but pretended to be ignorant of the true state of things.
"What"s up, O Queen?" he said, addressing Hester. "Oh, sunny-faced, honey-voiced Queen of Sand Court, what, I prithee, is up?"
"Nothing," growled Hester, looking sullen.
"Nay, nay, not so, sweet Queen; I bethink me there is much up, indeed!
Else why these unusual consternations on the faces of thy courtiers?"
Of course, Cousin Jack knew all about the doings of Sand Court. He had often been with them, and delighted them all by talking "Court language," but to-day n.o.body responded to his pleasantry. Ruth and Marjorie were on the verge of tears, the boys were all angry at Hester, and Hester herself was in one of her wildest furies.
She refused to answer Cousin Jack, and sat on her throne, shrugging her shoulders and twitching about, with every cross expression possible on her pouting face. Mr. Bryant became more serious.
"Children," he said, "this won"t do. This Sand Club is a jolly, good-natured club, usually, and now that I see you all at sixes and sevens, I want to know what"s the matter. Midget, will you tell me?"
"I want Ruth Rowland to be in our club," said Marjorie, straightforwardly; "and Hester doesn"t want her. And Hester says that because she is Queen, we must all do as she says."
"Ah, ha; urn, hum. Well, Hester, my dear child, _why_ don"t you want Ruth in the club?"
"Because I don"t!" and the Queen looked more disagreeable than ever.
"Because you _don"t_! Well, now, you see, my dear, that is just no reason at all, so Ruth can be a member, as far as you"re concerned."
"No, she can"t! I won"t have her in!"
"Why?"
"Because I don"t like her!"
"Ah, now we"re getting at it. And suppose any of the club shouldn"t like you; then you couldn"t be a member, could you?"
"They _do_ like me!" declared Hester.
"_Like_ you! like _you_! A girl that flies into rages, and says unkind things? Oh, no, n.o.body could like a girl like that! Now, I"ll fix it.
You, Hester, won"t have Ruth in the club, you say. Well, then if you"re not in the club yourself, of course Ruth could come in. So, the rest of the club can choose which of you two girls they"d rather have, as it seems impossible to have you both. King, as the oldest, I"ll ask you first. Will you choose to have Hester or Ruth in this club?"
"Ruth," said King, promptly. "She doesn"t quarrel all the time."
"Next, Tom. Which do you choose?"
"Ruth," replied Tom.
"Why, Tom Craig!" cried Hester, in surprise; "you never saw that girl till to-day!"
"No, but I"ve seen you," he replied; "and I can tell you, Hester, I"m tired of these sc.r.a.ps you"re always putting up! I believe we"ll have better times with Ruth Rowland."
"Marjorie," Cousin Jack went on, "which girl do you choose?"
"I"d like them both," said Midget, who couldn"t quite bring herself to denounce Hester entirely.
"But Hester won"t have Ruth. You must choose one or the other."
"Then I choose Ruth, Cousin Jack. For Hester does make me a lot of trouble."
Midget sighed deeply, for, truly, Hester had caused strife in the club from its very beginning.
The two smaller boys voted decidedly for Ruth, and then Cousin Jack turned to Hester.
"You see," he said, but not unkindly, "the club has unanimously expressed its preference for Ruth. I don"t see that you can do anything but take your hat and go home."
Hester looked at him in amazement.
"What do you mean?" she cried. "I _won"t_ go home! I"m Queen, and I"ll stay here and _be_ Queen! Ruth can go home!"
"No," said Mr. Bryant, more decidedly this time; "Ruth is not going home. You"re to go home, Hester. I happen to know that the Maynard children and the Craig boys have already shown patience and unselfishness toward your tyranny and unreasonableness--now, they"re not going to be imposed on any longer. I"ll have a voice in this matter myself. Either you"ll stay in the club and agree to have Ruth for a member also, and be pleasant and kind to her, or else you can take your hat and go home."
Mr. Bryant spoke quietly, but very firmly. He knew all the club had been through, in putting up with Hester"s tantrums, and he thought it only fair that they should be relieved of this troublesome member.