“What’s come back?” demanded Dorothy, likewise appearing at the door and in the same dishabille as her friend.
“De bag. De clark tol’ me to tell yo’ ladies dat all de money is safe in it, too. Now yo’ kin go back to sleep again. He’s done got de bag in he’s safe;” and the girl went away chuckling.
Tavia fell up against the door and stared at Dorothy.
“Oh, Doro! Can it be?” she panted.
“Oh, Tavia! What luck!”
“There’s the telephone! I’m going to call up the office,” and Tavia darted for the instrument on the wall.
But there was something the matter with the wires; that was why the clerk had sent the maid to the room.
“Then I’m going to dress and go right down and see about it,” Tavia said.
“But it’s only six o’clock,” yawned Dorothy. “The maid was right. We should go back to bed.”
Her friend scorned the suggestion and she fairly “hopped” into her clothes.