Nearly all the masks and pillow-cases were put on again, too, so that the party broke up in laughing confusion.

Nobody recognised his neighbour or knew who he was bumping against as he hurried up to bid his perplexed hostess good night.
With a great cracking of whips and creaking of wheels the spectral party drove off, to the tune of "Good-night, ladies, we're going to leave you now." Far down the road the chorus came floating back to the listeners on the porch, "Merrily we roll along, roll along, roll along." "Wasn't it funny ?" yawned Lloyd, as she went sleepily up the stairs.
"But oh, I'm so tiahed.

I believe if they had stayed much longah, I'd have fallen ovah in a heap on the flo'." All the lights were out down-stairs, and the girls were nearly undressed, when they were surprised to hear one of the wagonettes coming back.

A frantic clang of the knocker on the front door brought them all to the windows.
"Oh, Mrs.Sherman!" cried an agonised voice out of the darkness, that they recognised as Mrs.Cassidy's, "are the twins here?
Bethel and Ethel?
We can't find them anywhere.

I was sure that I lifted them into the wagonette myself, but every one was so disguised that I must have mistaken somebody else's children for mine." "They are not in either wagonette," added Rob Moore's voice.