Penny waited, watching the halls anxiously lest she be observed by someone who would recognize her. Soon the maid stepped from the closet, and handed over a bundle of clothing.
“And here is your money,” said Penny. “Don’t mention to anyone what we’ve done—at least not until tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry, Miss, I won’t,” replied the woman grimly. “I might lose my job if they caught me.”
After the maid had gone away, Penny slipped into the closet and quickly changed into the costume. Pulling off her cap, she rumpled her hair and rubbed a streak of dirt across her face. The shoes were a trifle too large for her, and their size, together with the painful ankle, made her walk in a dragging fashion.
Snatching up a feather duster, she went hurriedly down the hall toward the corridor which led to the Green Room. As always, the guard sat in his chair by the door. But this time Penny had high hopes of gaining entrance.
Boldly, she walked over to him and said: “Good evening. I was sent to tell you you’re wanted in the office by Mr. Maxwell.”
“Now?” he inquired in surprise.
“Yes, right away.”
“Someone ought to stay here.”
“I’ll wait until you get back.”