“So is most everything now,” put in Lily. “It must be nearly midnight.”
“Yes, we’ll have to rouse them,” said Mrs. Remington. “Marjorie, come on out with me while we see.”
It was another fifteen minutes before they were rewarded with an answer.
“Yes, we can put you up,” replied the proprietor sleepily, “but we haven’t any room in the garage for your car!”
The girls, who had all heard this reply, looked at each other despairingly.
“Our car is the only thing we have left!” wailed Alice; “we’ve been robbed of food, and clothing, and jewelry, and money—”
“And another car,” added Lily.
The proprietor regarded them sympathetically; if what they said was true, they certainly had been having a rough time.
“You must have enemies,” he remarked. “Nobody could have all those misfortunes just by chance!”
“But we haven’t any enemies!” protested Alice. “Only some bootleggers whom we prosecuted last year—and they’re in jail!”