"Yes, do!" Grace urged. "I feel rather frightened."
"Now there is no sense in getting all worked up over nothing." Nan was the only one who really appeared calm. "Baggage often gets mixed in the boats."
"Nan, will you please stop being calm, and do something?" Bess was working herself up into a real frenzy. "Maybe someone has stolen your luggage."
"Then you'll have to wear my clothes and will you ever be a sight!" This from Amelia who was fully two inches taller than Nan and much, much thinner.
"Or mine," This for Laura who was shorter than Nan, and plumper.
"I thank you all, but I guess I'll wear my own." Nan stepped toward the doorway as a steward knocked.
"Miss Sherwood?" he asked. Nan opened the door.
"Why-y-y, yes," she answered, hesitantly, for it was not the same steward who had taken the other bag away.
"Your bag, I believe," he half questioned as he dropped it inside the doorway and left.
The girls could hardly wait until they had examined it. The number on the tag was wrong just as the mysterious visitor had said, and the bag did look much like the other.
"Nan, get your keys!" It was Laura speaking. "It looks to me as though this lock has been meddled with."
The six girls all stooped over the bag, as Laura tried the key. "Oh, that isn't the right one." She was impatient at the delay.
"Please, will you all move round so I have more light?" Laura asked. "This doesn't seem to fit, either."
"Something is wrong, Nan." Laura moved to one side. "Here, you try."
Nan took the key, fussed with the lock a second, pushing and pulling, until finally the case flew open.
Nan said nothing, but sat staring at the contents, a puzzled expression on her face. The girls looked from the trunk to Nan and back to the trunk again.
"Everything is all right, isn't it?" Bess asked the question.
"I--don't----know." Nan answered slowly and doubtfully. "Everything seems to be as I left it. Yet somehow it's all changed too."
"What do you mean?" Grace questioned timidly.
Nan looked up from her place on the floor into the anxious faces of the girls around her. "I'm as baffled as you are," she admitted. "I can't really tell whether anyone has touched the things in my trunk or not. The underwear--slips--stockings--blouses" she touched each pile of things as she named it,--"pajamas, and even the dresses, are folded the same and in the same places as they were when I packed. I'm sure of that.