"It's Tilly! She's motioning to us. Say, let's go," whispered Genevieve. And cautiously she began to let herself down from her perch.
The next moment Bertha, fully dressed, and Genevieve in her long, dark blue kimono, were tripping softly up the aisle.
"Why, you're both down here," exulted Genevieve, as she climbed into the lower berth.
"Yes; Cordelia was afraid," giggled Tilly, "so I came down."
"Tilly!—I was not," disputed Cordelia, in an indignant whisper. "You came of your own accord."
"Pooh! Tilly's fooling, and we know it," soothed Bertha, climbing into the berth after Genevieve.
"Why, Bertha Brown, you've got your shoes on!" gasped Tilly, forgetting to whisper.
"Of course I have," retorted Bertha. "Do you suppose—sh!"
There was a tug at the curtains, and Elsie Martin's round, good-natured face peered in.
"Well, I like this," she bridled. "A special meeting of the Hexagon Club, and me not notified! I heard Genevieve and Bertha giggling in the aisle. Are you all here?"