The dinner party turned out to be a great success, and the girls did not return to the hotel till almost eleven o’clock.
“It’s my turn to sleep with Miss Prudence,” Peggy remarked on entering the other girls’ room, “but I’m scared to go in there and wake her up this late. She’d think it an unearthly hour.” She stopped talking and smiled over at the girls. “Aren’t you going to be polite and ask me to sleep with you? You’d better, because I’m going to, invitation or no invitation.”
With a mock groan Jo Ann looked at the double bed and then at Peggy. “Say, Florence,” she remarked finally, “I feel sorry for ourselves, don’t you?”
“Put her in the middle where she can take the consequences,” suggested Florence, her eyes twinkling.
Jo Ann grimaced. “The consequences’ll probably be that you and I’ll be out on the floor before the night’s over.”
After much subdued giggling and chatter the three girls finally climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep.
About five o’clock the next morning they were aroused by someone knocking at the door.
Peggy waked with a start. “Someone knocking! Maybe the hotel’s afire and they’re trying to rouse us!” darted through her mind.
She flung off the covers, tumbled over the sleeping Jo Ann, and rushed to the door to find an anxious-faced Miss Prudence.
“Thank goodness you’re here, Peggy,” Miss Prudence exclaimed. “I just woke up and found you weren’t in my room, and I was so alarmed! Are the other girls here?” She snapped on the light and stood blinking at the frightened Florence and Jo Ann, who by this time were sitting up in bed, trying to figure out what had happened.