"Young ladies!"
Tilly stopped with a little cry of dismay. A man's voice had spoken close to her ear.
"Young ladies," came the mellow tones again. "I begs yo' pardon, but de lady what belongs down in number ten says maybe you done forgot dat dis am a sleepin' car."
"Aunt Julia!" breathed Genevieve. "She's number ten."
"She sent the porter," gasped Cordelia. "How—how awful!—and you're in my house, too," she almost sobbed.
"Now I know we're playing house," tittered Alma Lane, hysterically, as she followed Genevieve out of the berth.
Once more in her own quarters, Genevieve lay back on her pillow with a remorseful sigh.
"I don't see why it's so much easier to say you'll never give anybody any trouble than 'tis to do it," she lamented, as she turned over with a jerk.
The girls began the "Chronicles of the Hexagon Club" the next morning. Genevieve made the first entry. She dwelt at some length on the confusion of the train-taking, both at Sunbridge and Boston. She also had something to say of Tilly Mack. She gave a full account, too, of the midnight session of the Hexagon Club in Cordelia's berth.
"And I'm ashamed that Aunt Julia had to be ashamed of me so soon," she wrote contritely.