"Let's have a pillow fight," suggested Martha.
"Come on, boys, that'll be better than nothing," added Anne, taking the magazine from her brother.
John was spending the night with them, so the five had quite a lively time in the fight, until the clock on the mantel chimed eight-thirty.
"Time for the cream!" shouted George, picking up the down that had escaped from the pillows while batting them back and forth.
The children waited fully five minutes for Maggie and the cream, and then Jack declared he would not stand for such neglect! He took up the telephone from the wall near the door and asked the clerk to find out where Maggie was.
The clerk ascertained that Maggie was the maid for their floor, and said she had been sent upstairs to help another maid who was ill that evening. He would let her know that she was wanted.
Five minutes more passed by, and still no Maggie. Then George had a brilliant idea.
"I'll run and scout for her. I've never been anywhere about this hotel, except down in the dining-room and entrance. I'll have a look around, and find her at the same time."
"I'll go with you," suggested Jack.
"Can't we go, too?" asked the girls.