There was a great scurrying around after props after the Alleyites came back from the Island after that last rehearsal.  Migwan, checking up her list, was constantly coming upon things that had been forgotten.

“Did somebody get Tiny Armstrong’s red striped stockings?” she asked anxiously.

Nobody had remembered to get them.  Katherine departed forthwith in quest of the necessary hosiery and found one of the stockings hanging out on the tent rope.  The other was not in evidence.  She was about to depart quietly without going into the tent, for one stocking was all that she needed, when a toothbrush suddenly whizzed past her ear, coming from the tent door.  Laughing, she turned and went into the tent, first hastily concealing Tony’s stocking in the front of her middy.

The flinger of the toothbrush turned out to be Tiny herself, who was sitting up in bed with her nightgown on.

“What’s the matter, Tiny?” Katherine asked solicitously.  “Are you sick?  Aren’t you going to get up to see the Stunts?”

“Get up!” shouted Tiny wrathfully.  “I can’t get up—­I haven’t any clothes.”

“No clothes?” murmured Katherine in a puzzled tone.

“Everything’s gone,” continued Tiny plaintively, “bloomers, middies, shoes, stockings, hat, everything.  Somebody has taken and hidden them for a joke, I suppose.  I went to sleep here this afternoon, and when I woke up everything was gone.”

Katherine suddenly grew very non-committal, although she wanted to shriek with laughter.  Oh-Pshaw, who had been sent after a suit of Tiny’s that afternoon, had apparently made a pretty thorough job of it.

“Somebody must be playing a joke on you,” Katherine remarked tranquilly, although she was conscious of the lump that Tiny’s one remaining stocking made under her middy.  “Never mind.  Tiny, I’ll go out and borrow some things for you to wear.”

“But there’s nothing of anybody’s here that I can get into,” mourned Tiny.  “I’m four sizes bigger than the biggest of you.  You’ll have to find out who’s hidden my things and bring them back.”

Katherine was touched by Tiny’s predicament, but the stunt had first claim on her.  She came back presently with Tiny’s bathing suit, which she had hanging on a nearby tree, and a long raincoat of Dr. Grayson’s, together with his tennis shoes.  She even had to beg a pair of his socks from Mrs. Grayson, for all of Tiny’s that had not been borrowed were away at the laundry.  And in that collection of clothes Tiny had to go and sit in the Judges’ box at the Stunts, but her good nature was not ruffled one whit on account of it.

Katherine was still getting Tiny into her improvised wardrobe when a loud hubbub proclaimed the arrival of the boys from Camp Altamont, and at the same time the bugle sounded the assembly call for the girls.  The Alleyites, bursting with impatience for the time of their own stunt to arrive, settled themselves in their places to watch the Avenue stunt.  The bugle sounded again, and the chairman of the Avenue stunt stood up.