“But where did you get the clothing?” demanded Alice. “No woman on this train would have a rig like that!”
“Yes, and the wig, and rouge, and—”
“Why, they belong to the actress, of course!” answered Walter. “And she was awfully nice about lending them to me!”
“Girls,” said Marjorie, thoughtfully, “how do you suggest that we punish him?”
The scouts were silent for a moment; then the resourceful Alice hit upon a happy plan.
“Let him wear my Girl Scout uniform to dinner tonight!” she said. “And if he makes any resistance, I think we can round up his brother and one or two other boys on the train to use physical force!”
The girls shrieked with joy at the brilliancy of the penalty, but the young man winced at the idea.
“I’d rather go without dinner,” he said.
“Oh, you’ll go to the dining-room!” said Marjorie. “We’ll see to that!”
“Please be merciful!” he pleaded. “That’s such an awful punishment.”