"Oh, let's be a club!" exclaimed Marjorie. "Clubs are lots of fun. I mean children's clubs—not big ones like father's."
"What do clubs do?" asked Dorothy, who had a wholesome fear of some of the Maynards' escapades.
"Why, we can do anything we want to, if we're a club," said Dick. "I think it would be fun. What shall we do?"
"Let's cut up jinks," said Marjorie, who was especially energetic that day.
"And let's call it the Jinks Club," suggested Gladys.
"Goody! Goody!!" cried Midge. "Just the thing, Glad! And then we can cut up any jinks we want to,—as long as they're good jinks," she added, thoughtfully.
"What do you mean by that?" demanded King.
"Well, you see, last summer at Grandma's, she told me there were good jinks and bad jinks. She meant just plain fun, or real mischief. And I promised I'd cut up only good jinks."
"All right," said Dick, "I'll agree to that. We just want to have fun, you know; not get into mischief."
So, as they were all agreed on this, the Jinks Club was started.