"No, just one wigwam. And we'll only have the Sand Club. I don't mean to have a party."
"All right, I'm in for it," declared King, and right after dinner, the two set to work making plans for the celebration.
"Cousin Jack will help, I know," said Marjorie; "remember how he played Indians with us, up in Cambridge, last year?"
"Yep, 'course I do. He'll be fine! He always is."
"Let's telephone, and ask him right away."
"All right;" and in a few moments Cousin Jack's cheery "Hello!" came over the wire.
"Well!" he exclaimed, "if it isn't those Maynard scamps again! Now, see here, Mehitabel, it's time you and Hezekiah went to bed. It's nearly nine o'clock."
"But, Cousin Jack, I just want to ask you something."
"Not to-night, my Angel Child. Whatever you ask me to-night, I shall say no to! Besides, I'm reading my paper, and I can't be disturbed."
"But, Cousin Jack——"