Along the corridor of the floor where their own suite was located, George led his army, and once safely inside that friendly door, he quickly slammed and locked it.
The five sank down on the floor, and rocked back and forth in hysterics of fun.
"Oh! That was the best fight we've ever had!" finally cried Martha.
An imperative knock at the door made them all jump, however.
"Run to your rooms and tear off these uniforms! Fire them in the closets or anywhere and jump in bed. Cover yourselves with the bedclothes before Maggie comes in with a pass-key!" ordered George quickly.
A second rap on the door found them all quickly removing the uniforms, and before Maggie could get her pass-key, the five quiet, dear little darlings were snugly tucked in five beds snoring soundly.
The proprietor stood in the parlor wonderingly, but Maggie crept to the doors and held up a warning hand for quiet.
"They is all fast asleep, sir!" whispered she.
The dazed man shook his head, and went out thinking deeply over the queer occurrence. Could five bellboys have played that joke? But no, there was one with curls, and the maid had said the five children were not in the rooms when she sought for them!
As soon as the crowd had dispersed, Maggie went to the room where the two little girls slept in twin beds.