Instead of being alarmed at this piece of information, Marjorie looked immensely relieved.
“That’s all right!” she exclaimed, gleefully. “It’ll be a good joke on the thieves, for we’ll telegraph the bank to stop payment—”
“Yes, yes,” interrupted Mrs. Remington. “All well and good. But that won’t help us now. We haven’t any money!”
“Oh, horrors!” gasped Marjorie, looking from Lily to Mrs. Remington in distress.
“Don’t you suppose somebody will cash an ordinary check?” asked Lily, hopefully.
“Nobody knows us here. No, there is no chance except from the bank. We could wire home for money—” Mrs. Remington stopped abruptly, a cloud crossing her brow. “But we can’t do that till Monday—for all the banks close at noon on Saturday.”
“Oh!” wailed Marjorie; “now we are in for it! And we have to be at Aunt Emeline’s by midnight on Monday.”
“We can’t possibly!” cried Lily, bursting into tears, an act which summoned the other scouts from the adjoining rooms and necessitated a restatement of the facts as they now stood.
“Maybe the proprietor of this hotel will cash a check for us,” suggested Alice, optimistically.
“He might; but I don’t think he would unless we had some means of identification,” said Ethel. “No, I guess we may as well make up our minds to stay until after nine o’clock on Monday morning.”