Marjorie drew a deep sigh. "All right, Mother. I'll try to do it nicely; but oh, how I hate a thimble! I never again will mix up people's babies. But I didn't think it was such an awful, dreadful thing to do."
"You're a strange child, Midget," said her mother, looking at her thoughtfully. "I never know what you're going to do next."
"I never know myself," said Marjorie, cheerfully, "but you can always punish me, you know."
"But I don't want to. I want you to behave so you won't need punishment."
"I'll try real hard," said Midge, as she kissed her mother, again and again.
CHAPTER XIV
A NOBLE SOCIETY
The Jinks Club was having its weekly meeting, and all of the members were present.