"Ho! ho!" jeered Dick; "a nice Queen you look! Ho! ho!"
But by this time Hester was in one of her regular tantrums.
"I will be Queen!" she shrieked; "I will, I tell you!"
"Come on, Mops, let's go home," said King, quietly.
The Maynard children were unaccustomed to outbursts of temper, and King didn't know exactly what to say to the little termagant.
"All right, we'll go home, too," said Tom; "come on, boys!"
They all started off, leaving Hester in solitary possession of Sand Court.
The child, when in one of her rages, had an ungovernable temper, and, left alone, she vented it by smashing everything she could. She upset the throne, tore down the decorations, and flew around like a wildcat.
Marjorie, who had turned to look at her, said:
"You go on, King; I'm going back to speak to Hester."