Their host started to draw up the one chair in the room, hesitated a
moment then, as though he had just thought of something, turned and
darted through the door, closing it with a little click behind him.

For the space of half a second, the girls looked after him. Then they
looked at each other. Then they drew a long breath and let loose the
flood of curious questions which had been struggling for expression
for the past twenty minute

"Well, isn't this a lark?" cried Mollie, her eyes dancing. "Half an
hour ago we were awfully bored, and now look at us."

"Yes, look at us," said Grace with a little sniff. "I'm sure we're not
very much to look at right now with our hair wet, and our clothes--"

"Oh, for goodness' sake, who cares about such things?" cried Betty
gaily. "I think this is a darling place and I'm having the time of my
life. I wonder who he is?"

"He seemed kind of scared just now, didn't he!" chuckled Mollie,
feeling her shoe to see if it was drying out any. "It was funny the
way he bolted out of the room."

"Poor old dear-- no wonder he was scared," commented Grace, as she
took off her hat and tried to do something with her hopelessly
bedraggled locks. "The way we look we're enough to scare anybody. Oh,
dear, hasn't any one a comb?"

"Why, of course, we carry a complete beauty parlor outfit just for