"There are too many of them!" laughed Lily; "wouldn't you say that there were more than fifteen of us here now?"
Lily made an effort to count, but the guests moved so constantly that the act was almost impossible. However, when seven more masqueraders arrived in a group, the girls' suspicions were confirmed. Miss Phillips must have invited outsiders! Perhaps she even knew the marks, and from them was able to ascertain which girls would be Girl Scouts, and wishing to surprise the troop, had secretly invited them.
The riddle was too much for them; Lily gave it up, and returned to the fun of acting the part of lover to Marjorie. She was just putting her arm affectionately about her room-mate, when the trained nurse, who was supposed to represent Florence Nightingale, approached, and, in a very squeaky, obviously disguised voice, said,
"I'm jealous, young man. Won't you please kiss me?"
Lily laughingly leaned toward the intruder and was about to grant the request, when her eyes fell upon the nurse's hand. It could not belong to a girl!
"Who are you?" she demanded indignantly.
"Florence Nightingale!"
Lily stamped her foot impatiently. "No, I mean in real life!"
The other raised the mask obediently, and to the girls' astonishment, revealed himself as Dick Roberts!
"The Boy Scouts!" cried Lily, out loud, and the news spread like wild fire.