Janet would, and did so most cordially. Then, pointing with her thumb over her shoulder, not deigning to waste even a glance on Willie Jones, she inquired haughtily:
"And what does he answer to?"
Margery told her.
"Huh! Well, we'll Willie-Jones him, all right, before we're through with him!"
Now, it has been said that for every great cause a leader springs up. This, no doubt, is also true of lesser causes. At any rate, the businesslike manner in which Miss Janet McFadden proceeded at once to roll up her sleeves was enough to convince one that the cause of Margery's nickel had called forth its champion—a champion, be it added, not only willing but able.
"Lay down your papers, Rosie," was Janet's first command, "and put a stone on them so's they won't blow away. That's right. Now I guess we're ready."
Willie Jones was regarding them all with dark looks, tinged, perhaps, with just a shade of concern.
"Say there, you better look out what you think you're doing! If you're not careful some of you'll get hurt!"
Janet McFadden answered this warning with an order to her own forces:
"Now, girls, don't hurt him any more than you can help!"