"Good thing then, Molly, that you have me to fall back on. Cold feet are very unhealthy."
Even the callous Marian shrank away from that. Dolorez was forgetting herself and "reverting to type," as Marian expressed it.
Jane and Judith talked little, but thought much. They had detached themselves from the more noisy element, with a determination to get Helen and escort her safely to her little house with Dickey, and Weasie; this was their ulterior motive; they also wanted quiet.
Judith was strong for Helen, and her enthusiasm grew as the moments passed. They waited for some time at the stage door, ran around to all other doors (Jane did, Judith still limped) yet Helen had not been discovered. Just now Jane was peeping in a window, through which a torn shade allowed a view of the interior. This was the annex used for dressing.
"Where can she be?" asked Jane again.
"Didn't Dickey see her?" questioned Judith.
"Not since she left the stage door. She said she was going over here to get her things."
"May be home in bed by now. Good sense if she is."
"I hardly think so. Wait! I'll slip in through the window. The door is locked."
Judith resigned herself to an old stump while Jane "slipped in." She waited some moments then knocked for Jane.