Betty washed out the tub, while Lois mopped up the water that the dog had splashed on the floor.
Polly took the astonished Maud with one arm and the very wet puppy under the other and hurried them, by way of the kitchen, into the furnace room.
"You can't have him in your room, you know," she said by way of explanation. "We'll tie him up here for to-night, where he'll be warm, and I'll get him some milk. You go up to your room as fast as you can. The bell has rung and you're supposed to go to bed right away. Can you find your way?"
Maud's brows drew together in a puzzled frown, but she didn't protest.
"Yes, of course," she said, wonderingly. "Good night, pup; I'll see you in the morning."
"Better hurry," Polly warned. "Good night."
"Good night," Maud said, cheerfully, as she went upstairs.
Polly followed her after she had found some food for the dog.
Betty and Lois were already in her room. Betty was stifling roars of laughter in one of Lois' pillows, and Lois was dabbing at her eyes and babbling foolishly.
Polly, the second the door was closed, threw herself down on her bed and gave vent to all the pent up mirth within her.