"Oh, it will work out right," Ned said confidently.
The night of the dance came at last. Alice put on her prettiest dress, and, as she was leaving she saw her brother, attired in an old suit of clothes, lounging in his room.
"I thought you were going to tell me about that secret to-night," she said.
"The night isn't over yet," Bart replied. "There's time enough."
So Alice went to the dance. She found many other girl acquaintances there, and scores of boy friends among the members of the Upside Down Club.
Bart, who had remained in his room all the evening, was started from a revery about nine o'clock by a whistle out in the street.
"There are the fellows!" he exclaimed, and, catching up his cap, and taking a package, from which sounded a mysterious scurrying and squealing, he went out.
In front of his house he met Ned, Fenn and Frank. Each one had a bundle similar to the one Bart carried.
"Got plenty of 'em?" asked Ned.
"About two dozen," was the answer.