It would do no harm and it might possibly do some good.
She hurried down to the locker-room that afternoon in order to catch Eleanor as she left school.

She had just reached there when Eleanor walked in, looking extremely sulky.

She jerked her hat and coat from her locker, hastily donned them, and, without looking at Grace, left the room.
"She looks awfully cross," thought Grace.

"Well, here goes," and she hurried after Eleanor, overtaking her at the entrance to the school grounds.
"What's the matter, Eleanor ?" she asked.

"Didn't you care to wait for me ?" Eleanor looked at her with lowering brows.