So her punishment consisted in being kept at home from the Saturday meeting of the Jinks Club.
This was indeed a deprivation, as the members of the club were to plan games for the party, but still it was an easier fate to bear than absence from the great event itself.
Marjorie was so sweet and patient as she sat at home, while King and Kitty started off for the Jinks Club, that Mrs. Maynard was tempted to waive the punishment and send her along, too.
But the mother well knew that what she was doing was for her child's own good, and so she stifled her own desires, and let Marjorie stay at home.
Midget was restless, though she tried hard not to show it. She fed the gold-fish, she read in her book of Fairy Tales, she tried amusements of various sorts, but none seemed to interest her. In imagination she could see the rest of the Jinks Club seated in the bay at Dorothy Adams', chattering about the party.
"Oh, hum," sighed Marjorie, as she stood looking out of the playroom window, "I do believe I'll never be naughty again."
"What's 'e matter, Middy?" said Rosy Posy, coming along just then. "Don't you feels dood? Want to p'ay wiv my Boffin Bear?"
Marjorie took the soft, woolly bear, and somehow he was a comforting old fellow.
"Let's play something, Rosy Posy," she said.
"Ess; p'ay house?"