"The grass is wet, and there aren't any pavements, and everything is so disagreeable." "You're thinking of a farm; I don't mean that kind of country," and then King remembered that he ought not to argue the question, but agree with the little lady, so he said, "But of course if you don't like the country, why you don't, that's all" "Yes, that's all," said the little girl, and then the conversation languished, for the children seemed to have no subjects in common.
At her table, Marjorie was having an equally difficult time.

There was a good-looking and pleasant-faced boy sitting next to her, so she said, "Do you have a club ?" "Oh, no," returned the boy; "my father belongs to clubs, but I'm too young." "But I don't mean that kind," explained Marjorie; "I mean a club just for fun.

We have a Jinks Club,--we cut up jinks, you know." "How curious!" said the boy.

"What are jinks ?" Marjorie thought the boy rather silly not to know what jinks were, for she thought any one with common sense ought to know that, but she said, "Why, jinks are capers,--mischief,--any kind of cutting up." "And you have a club for that ?" exclaimed the boy, politely surprised.
"Yes, we do," said Marjorie, determined to stand up for her own club.
"And we have lovely times.

We do cut up jinks, but we try to make them good jinks, and we play all over the house, and out of doors, and everywhere." "It must be great fun," said the boy, but he said it in such an uninterested tone that Marjorie gave up talking to him, and turned her attention to the neighbor on her other side.
When the supper was over, the young guests all took their leave.