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She got a pretty letter from the manager, saying that by the time she got it he would be waiting for her in the park. When she came, he shone upon her as the morning sun. "Well, my dear," he asked, "how did you come out?" "Well enough," she said, still somewhat reduced after Drouet. "Now, tell me just what you did. Was it pleasant?" Carrie related the incidents of the rehearsal, warming up as she proceeded. "Well, that’s delightful," said Hurstwood. "I’m so glad. I must get over there to see you. When is the next rehearsal?" "Tuesday," said Carrie, "but they don’t allow visitors." "I imagine I could get in," said Hurstwood significantly. She was completely restored and delighted by his consideration, but she made him promise not to come around. "Now you must do your best to please me," he said encouragingly. "Just remember that I want you to succeed. We will make the performance worth while. You do that now." "I’ll try," said Carrie, brimming with affection and enthusiasm. "That’s the girl," said Hurstwood fondly. "Now, remember," shaking an affectionate finger at her, "your best." "I will," she answered, looking back. The whole earth was brimming sunshine that morning. She tripped along, the clear sky pouring liquid blue into her soul. Oh, blessed are the children of endeavour in this, that they try and are hopeful. And blessed also are they who, knowing, smile and approve. |
