"Miss Tebbs," she cried, "don't ask Miss Savell. I believe I can find those costumes yet. Wait here and in five minutes I'll tell you whether I have succeeded. Please don't ask me what I am going to do. Just trust me and wait. You will let me try, won't you?" she pleaded.
"Certainly, my child," said Miss Tebbs, "but remember time is precious. I'll give you five minutes, but if——"
"I'll be back in that time," cried Grace, and was gone, leaving Miss Tebbs and the three chums mystified but faintly hopeful.
Across the stage she flew and into the other dressing room. The object of her search was not there. Out she rushed and collided with a girl who was about to enter.
"Pardon me," said Grace, glancing up, then seized the girl by the arm. "Eleanor Savell," she exclaimed sternly. "You know where Anne's costumes are. Don't attempt to deny it."
Eleanor looked contemptuously at Grace and tried to shake herself free, but Grace's grasp tightened.
"Answer me," she said. "Where are they?"
"Where Are Anne's Costumes?" Cried Grace.
"Let me go," said Eleanor angrily. "You are hurting my arm. What do I care about Miss Pierson's costumes?"