"Yes, let's do that," said Gladys. "Mopsy's awfully careful about such things, and she'll keep the money better than any of us. I haven't mine here now; I'll bring it over this afternoon."
"I don't care much about the money part," said King. "I want to cut up jinks. When do we begin?"
"Right now!" said Marjorie, jumping up. "The first jink is to bury King in leaves!"
The rest caught the idea, and in a moment the luckless Kingdon was on his back and held down by Dick, while the girls piled leaves all over him. They left his face uncovered, so he could breathe, but they heaped leaves over the rest of him, and packed them down firmly, so he couldn't move.
When he was thoroughly buried, Marjorie said: "Now we'll hide. Don't start to hunt till you count fifty, King."
"One, two, three," began the boy, and the others flew off in all directions.
All except Rosy Posy. She remained, and, patting King's cheek with her fat little hand, said: "Me'll take care of you, Budder. Don't ky."
"All right, Baby,—thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight,—take that leaf out of my eye! thirty-nine, forty—thank you, Posy."
A minute more, and King shouted "Fifty! Coming, ready or not!" and, shaking himself out of his leaf-heap, he ran in search of the others. Rosy Posy, used to being thus unceremoniously left, tumbled herself and Boffin into the demolished leaf-heap, and played there contentedly.
King hunted for some minutes without finding anybody. Then a voice right over his head said, "Oo-ee!"