"I'm afraid she'll hurt you," objected King.
"No, she won't; I'll be kind to her."
"All right, Midge; a soft answer turneth away rats, but I don't know about wildcats!"
"Well, you go on." And Marjorie turned, and went back to Sand Court.
"Say, Hester," she began a little timidly.
"Go away from here, Stuck-up! Spoiled child! I don't want to see you!"
As a matter of fact, Hester presented a funny sight. She was a plain child, and her shock of red hair was straight and untractable. Her scowling face was flushed with anger, and the gold paper crown was pushed down over one ear in ridiculous fashion.
Marjorie couldn't help laughing, which, naturally, only irritated Hester the more.
"Yes, giggle!" she cried; "old Smarty-Cat! old Proudy!"
"Oh, Hester, don't!" said Midget, bursting into tears. "How can you be so cross to me? I don't mean to be stuck-up and proud, and I don't think I am. You can be Queen if you want to, and we'll have the election thing all right. Please don't be so mean to me!"