Didn't you hear her say so that night?
She wants to go to school." "But it seems a pity, somehow, when she is so talented." "She's just as talented in her studies," said Grace, "and I've often heard that stage life is very hard.

No, no! I intend to do my best to get Anne away this very night, if it upsets the entire town of Oakdale." When the second act was over, and Anne had actually so moved her audience that one old farmer was audibly sobbing into a red cotton handkerchief, and the girls themselves were secretly wiping their eyes, Grace whispered to David: "I'm going to write a note, if you'll lend me a pencil and a slip of paper, and wrap it around the stem of this chrysanthemum.

When Anne appears in the next act, you go up in the box, and if she's alone an instant pitch it to her.

Then she will know what she's to do." "But what is she to do ?" demanded the others.
"I won't tell," persisted Grace.

"You'll object, if I do." "All right," said David.