"What's the feathers for?" asked Dorothy, looking at the boy in amazement.
"Why, you see, I'm reading one of Cooper's stories," King explained, "and
I can sort of feel the Indian part of it better if I wear some feathers."
"Come on and play," said Midget; "shall we play Indians?"
"No," said Kitty, promptly, "it's too rough and tumbly when we play it in the house. Let's play a pretend game."
"Aren't we going to have the Jinks Club any more?" asked Dorothy. "We haven't had it since the Fultons went away."
"Too few of us," said King; "we four, that's all."
"We might ask Delight to belong," said Marjorie, "she can cut up jinks when she feels like it."
"All right, do;" said King, "let's have Flossy Flouncy; and I'll ask Flip Henderson, he's heaps of fun. Then we'll have six, just like we had before."
"I don't like to put people in the Fultons' place," said Marjorie, dubiously.
"Now, look here, Midge, that's silly!" said King. "We can't help it that the Fultons moved away, but that's no reason we shouldn't have anybody to play with. Let's telephone for our two new members right now, and begin the club all over again."