He looked up quickly, but saw only a tree which had not yet shed its foliage, and who was up there he could not guess from the voice.
If he guessed wrong, he must be "It" over again, so he peered cautiously up into the branches.
"Who are you?" he called.
"Oo-ee!" said a voice again, but this time it sounded different.
"Here goes, then," said King, and he swung himself up into the lower branches, keeping sharp watch lest his quarry elude him, and slip down the other side.
But once fairly up in the tree, he found the whole five there awaiting him, and as they all dropped quickly to the ground, and ran for "home" he had to jump and follow, to get there first himself.
The jolly game of Hide-and-Seek lasted the rest of the morning, and then the little guests went home, promising to come back in the afternoon and bring their contributions to the treasury of the "Jinks Club."
The afternoon meeting found the Maynards in spandy-clean clothes, sitting on the side veranda.
"Mother says we're not to romp this afternoon," explained Marjorie. "She says we may swing, or play in the hammock, or on the lawn, but we can't go to the orchard."
"All right," said good-natured Dick; "and, say, I've been thinking over our club, and I think we ought to be more like a real club. Why not have regular meetings, and have programmes and things?"