"Of course she does," assented Bet. "But where do we get put away for the night?"
"In here!" Kit suddenly opened a door and at Bet's look of surprise she went on: "You didn't know there was a door there, did you? It's almost like magic."
And magic it seemed to the girls as they wandered from one thing to another. The electrical appliances in the dressing room!
"Why, girls, we don't know what half of them are for," laughed Bet.
"We'll have to have a maid to show us how to get dressed here." And as Kit spoke a trim little colored maid appeared as if she had heard a call.
"Is everything all right?" she asked looking at Enid.
Bet had always taken the lead and was chief spokesman. She was about to answer when she remembered that Enid was hostess. "Here's where I'll have to take second place," thought Bet. But in her heart she was glad to see Enid in the position of hostess. Her life had been full of tragedy. Stolen from her wealthy parents, she had not known a home or friends until the previous year when she had been rescued by the chums on Campers' Trail.
The car in which the girls were travelling belonged to Enid's father, and the girl was glad to show her friends around the place.
"Here's one compartment with two beds, and opposite is one with three beds," said Enid. "How will we divide up?"
"As usual, I guess, you and Kit and I in one and Shirley and Joy in the other."