softly.
“Oh, no,”
said
Carrie. “I
would take
anything
to begin
with.” “I
see,” he
said. “Do
you live
here in
the city?”
“Yes,
sir.” The
manager
smiled
most
blandly.
“Have you
ever tried
to get in
as a
chorus
girl?” he
asked,
assuming a
more
confidential
air.
Carrie
began to
feel that
there was
something
exuberant
and
unnatural
in his
manner.
“No,” she
said.
“That’s
the way
most girls
begin,” he
went on,
“who go on
the stage.
It’s a
