"Everything I've got on sticks to me like a twin sister," declared Amy Drew. "Oh, dear! How shall we ever get home in these soaked rags?"
"We must go to the hotel," cried Jessie. "Come on."
She was the first to reach the top of the stairs. There was a garden and lawn to cross to reach the veranda. As the rain was beating in from this direction none of the hotel guests was on this side of the house. The three wet girls ran as hard as they could for shelter.
Just as Jessie, leading the trio, came up the Veranda steps, she heard a loud and harsh voice exclaim:
"Well of all things! I'd like to know what you think you are doing here? You have no business at this hotel. Go away!"
Jessie almost stopped, and Amy and Nell ran into her.
"Oh, do go on!" cried Amy. "Let us get inside somewhere——"
"Well, I should say not!" broke out the harsh voice again, and the three Roselawn girls beheld Belle Ringold and Sally Moon confronting them on the piazza. "Just look at what wants to get into the hotel, Sally! Did you ever?"
"They look like beggars," laughed Sally. "The manager would give them marching orders in a hurry, I guess."