“How?” inquired the woman with quick interest.
“Do you have an extra costume?”
“Costume?”
“Dress, I mean. Like one you’re wearing.”
“Not here.” As the maid spoke she divested herself of an old pair of shoes, and setting them back against the closet wall, slipped on a pair of much better looking ones. “I’m changing my clothes now to go home.”
“I’ll give you another two dollars if you’ll lend me the outfit for the evening.”
“Is it for a party?” the maid asked.
“A masquerade,” said Penny. “I want to play a little joke on some acquaintances of mine.”
She waved another bill before the woman’s eyes, and the temptation of making easy money was too great to resist.
“All right, I’ll do it,” the maid agreed. “Just wait outside until I get my clothes changed.”