Grace reached for the book in which she had placed her theme.
It was not there.

Going down on her knees, she looked first under the table, then under the chiffonier, then turned over the books on the table, then, darting to the closet, searched the pockets of her long coat.
"Where can it be ?" she cried despairingly.

"I am sure I had it when I came into the hall last night.

I couldn't have lost it on my way across the campus.

I'll run down and ask Anne.