There was a fire alarm on the street below the High School, and toward this she directed her steps.
Pausing an instant before the box, she looked about her for something with which to break the glass.

Spying a small boy strolling toward her, a baseball bat in his hand, she pounced upon him, seized the bat before he knew what had happened and smashed the glass with one blow.

Giving the ring inside a vigorous pull, Grace shoved the bat into the hands of the astonished youngster and made for the nearest telephone.
Hurrying into Stillman's, she discovered to her disgust that the telephone was in use, but a moment later she was at the door and again out on the street.

Her quick ear had caught the clang of the bell on the fire engines, and the thing to do now was to go back to her chums with the news--and then off to the fire.
"The gymnasium is on fire!" she cried, as she neared the spot where they awaited her.

"Hurry, all of you! Perhaps we may be of some help." Her three friends needed no second invitation and throwing all dignity to the winds, raced down the street in the direction of the burning building.