as Carrie.
“No, sir.”
“Well, I
don’t
know,” he
answered,
tipping
lazily
back in
his chair
while she
stood
before
him. “What
makes you
want to
get on the
stage?”
She felt
abashed at
the man’s
daring,
but could
only smile
in answer
to his
engaging
smirk, and
say “I
need to
make a
living.”
“Oh,” he
answered,
rather
taken by
her trim
appearance,
and
feeling as
if he
might
scrape up
an
acquaintance
with her.
“That’s a
good
reason,
isn’t it?
