“Right you are, Marj!” agreed Marie Louise, stationing herself behind a chair, and adopting the correct attitude of a waitress.
Then the door opened and two girls stepped into the room. A second later, everyone broke into hilarious laughter: the guests were Alice and Lily!
“Oh, you wicked, wicked girls!” cried Marjorie. “If you knew how you’ve raised our hopes—”
“But we’re here as patrons!” protested Lily, holding up her purse for inspection. “And I guess our money’s as good as anybody else’s!”
“And you really did save the day by giving us a good laugh,” observed Ethel. “Now, then—” she assumed a professional manner—“what would you ladies care to have?”
“Sandwiches, ice-tea, ice-cream, and chocolate cake!” replied Lily, in one breath. “I intend to stay here—not go home for supper—because we go on duty at six, you know.”
“Yes, so we do,” agreed Marjorie.
“You take off your apron and come eat with me, Marj!” urged Lily, and the other decided to comply with her request.
While they were thus occupied, their first real guests finally arrived. A large machine drove up behind Lily’s, and a party of six girls got out. They proved to be Agnes Taylor and five of her friends.
They sat down at the tables, and, while they were waiting to be served, admired everything extravagantly. Agnes promised to talk the enterprise up among her friends.