"Oh! Look at all the bellboys' uniforms! All colors, different from what some of them wear now," said John.
"Maybe they're here to be repaired or for extra help," suggested George.
The boys stood looking over the motley assortment of things, when suddenly Jack exclaimed:
"What do you say to playing war? Let's dress up in the old uniforms and have some sport!"
"Say!" admired John, looking at Jack with envy.
George said not a word in reply, but looked up and down the corridor to see if any one was about. It was empty and quiet.
"Let's take one each, and two for the girls," whispered George, tiptoeing into the room and selecting a green cloth suit, trimmed with gold braid and brass buttons. After holding it up against him to gauge the size, he threw it over his arm, and then selected a similar suit for Martha. John also found a uniform about his size, and Jack took two—one for himself and one for Anne.
Just as the three raiders reached the head of the stairway, they heard the elevator coming up to that floor. Quick as a flash, they slid down the first section of the stairs, to let the elevator continue past the floor before they ran down the other flights.
Into the parlor bounced the three boys, laughing and bursting with plans for a campaign. The two girls had grown tired of waiting for the boys and Maggie, and were watching the crowds on the brilliantly-lighted street many stories below.
"What do you think? A battle in New York!" cried Jack, throwing the uniforms on the floor.