The children had been warned to keep as far as possible from these quarters, but the front of the house was at their disposal.
"Let me see," said Midget, who was doing some hard thinking. "I guess we'll play 'Tourists.'"
"How do you play it?"
"I don't know yet. I'm just making it up. We're the tourists, you know; and the house, the whole house in an ocean steamer. First, we must get our wraps and rugs."
Diligent search made havoc in Mrs. Spencer's cupboards, but resulted in a fine array of luggage.
The girls dressed themselves up in Mrs. Spencer's long cats, and Mr. Spencer's caps, tied on with motor-veils, made what they agreed was a fine tourist costume.
In shawl straps they packed afghans, pillows, and such odds and ends as books and pictures, and they filled travellings bags with anything they could find.
Loaded down with their luggage, they went down in the front hall, where
Marjorie said the game must begin.
"Have you ever been on an ocean steamer, Delight?" she asked.
"No; have you?"