"All right. Now, this is going to be a Good-Luck Party, to counteract that foolish thirteen notion. You don't need to know all about the details. Your mother and I will plan it all, and you can just be the lucky little hostess."
So Marjorie was not admitted to the long confabs between her mother and Cousin Jack. She didn't mind, for she knew perfectly well that delightful plans were being made for the party, and they would all be carried out. But there was much speculation in Sand Court as to what the fun would be.
"I know it will be lovely," said Hester, with a sigh. "You are the luckiest girl I ever saw, Marjorie. You always have all the good times."
"Why, Hester, don't you have good times, too?"
"Not like you do. Your mother and father, and those Bryants just do things for you all the time. I don't think it's fair!"
"Well, your mother does things for you,—all mothers do," said Tom Craig.
"Not as much as Marjorie's. My mother said so. She said she never saw anything like the way Marjorie Maynard is petted. And it makes her stuck up and spoiled!"
"Did your mother say my sister was stuck-up and spoiled?" demanded King, flaring up instantly.
"Well,—she didn't say just that,—but she is, all the same!" And Hester scowled crossly at Midget.
"Why, Hester Corey, I am not!" declared Marjorie. "What do I do that's stuck-up?"