essed and
Eleanor kept strictly to herself, Grace relaxed her vigilance.

Directly after the chums had hurried out of the hall to meet the boys,
Miss Tebbs had decided that opening the dressing room on the other side
of the stage would relieve the congestion and insure a better chance for
all to dress. Calling to the girls who still remained to move their
belongings to that side, Miss Tebbs hurried across the stage to find the
janitor and see that the door was at once unlocked. By the time the door
was opened and the lights turned on the remaining girls flocked in,
their arms piled high with costumes.

Foremost among them was Eleanor. Hastily depositing her own costumes in
one corner of the dressing room, she darted across the stage and into
the room from which she had just moved her effects.

It was empty. She glanced quickly about. Like a flash she gathered up a
pile of costumes marked "Rosalind," covered them with her long fur coat
and ran through the hall and down the steps to where her runabout was
stationed. Crowding them hastily into the bottom of the machine, she
slipped on her coat, made ready her runabout and drove down the street
like the wind, not lessening her speed until she reached the drive at
"Heartsease."

* * * * *

The young people passed a merry hour at Nora's, indulging in one of
their old-time frolics, that only lacked Tom Gray's presence to make the
original octette complete.

"We'll be in the front row to-morrow night," said Hippy, as the young
folks trooped out to the car. "I have engaged a beautiful bunch of green
onions from the truck florist, Reddy has put all his money into carrots
of a nice lively color, the exact shade of his hair, while I have
advised Davy here to invest in turnips. They are nice and round and
hard, and will hit the stage with a resounding whack, providing he can
throw straight enough to hit anything. He can carry them in a paper bag
and----"

But before he could say more he was seized by David and Reddy and rushed
unceremoniously into the street, while the girls signified their
approbation by cries of "good enough for him" and "make him promise to
behave to-morrow night."

"I will. I swear it," panted Hippy. "Only don't rush me over the ground
so fast. I might lose my breath and never, never catch it again."

"Oh, let him go," said Nora, who had accompanied them down the walk.
"I'll have a private interview with him to-morrow an