Mrs. Maynard listened with amusement to the story, and then said they might go if they would behave like little ladies and gentlemen and return home inside of an hour.
Off they started, and a more decorous-looking crowd than the Jinks Club one would not wish to see!
Mr. Simmons' Ice-Cream Garden was a most attractive place.
It was a small grove, by the side of a small stream, and the tables were in a sort of pavilion that overlooked the water.
The children were welcomed by the good-natured old proprietor, who had served his ice-cream to their parents when they were children.
"And what kind will you have?" asked Mr. Simmons, after they were seated around a table.
This required thought, but each finally chose a favorite mixture, and soon they were enjoying the pink or white pyramids that were brought them.
"I do think the Jinks Club is lovely," said Kitty, as she gazed out over the water and contentedly ate her ice-cream.
"So do I," said Dorothy, who always agreed with her adored chum, but was, moreover, happy on her own account.
"I shall write all this up in the minutes!" declared Dick. "And when shall we have our next meeting?"