"Well, we took her in, and now we ought to be kind to her."
"Kind to such an old Meany as she is!"
"Don't call her names, Tom. I don't believe she can help flying into a temper, and then, when she gets mad, she doesn't care what she says."
"I should think she didn't! Well, make her Queen if you want to, but if you do, you can get somebody else to take my place."
"Oh, Tom, don't act like that," and Marjorie looked at him, with pleading eyes.
"Yes, I will act like that! Just exactly like that! I won't belong to any Court that Hester Corey is queen of!"
Marjorie sighed. What could she do with this intractable boy? And, she almost knew that King would feel the same way. Perhaps, if she could win Tom over to her way of thinking, King might be more easily influenced.
"Tom," she began, "don't you like me?"
"Yes, I do. You're the squarest girl I ever knew."
"Then, don't you think you might do this much for me?"