Remembering that she had laid her book on the window sill, Grace lost no time in securing it, and taking it under her arm waited toward the door.

Suddenly the faint smell of smoke was borne to her nostrils.
She sniffed the air, then murmured, "I wonder what's burning.

The smell seems to come from over there.

Perhaps I'd better look around.

It won't take a second." She slowly retraced her steps, looking carefully about her.