That's the idea." "Don't you think," said Carrie weakly, noticing that it had not been proved yet whether the members of the company knew their lines, let alone the details of expression, "that it would be better if we just went through our lines once to see if we know them?
We might pick up some points." "A very good idea, Miss Madenda," said Mr.Quincel, who sat at the side of the stage, looking serenely on and volunteering opinions which the director did not heed.
"All right," said the latter, somewhat abashed, "it might be well to do it." Then brightening, with a show of authority, "Suppose we run right through, putting in as much expression as we can." "Good," said Mr.Quincel.
"This hand," resumed Mrs.Morgan, glancing up at Mr.Bamberger and down at her book, as the lines proceeded, "my mother grasped in her own, and so tight that a small, feeble voice uttered an exclamation of pain.
Mother looked down, and there beside her was a little ragged girl." "Very good," observed the director, now hopelessly idle.
"The thief!" exclaimed Mr.Bamberger.
"Louder," put in the director, finding it almost impossible to keep his hands off.
"The thief!" roared poor Bamberger.
"Yes, but a thief hardly six years old, with a face like an angel's.
'Stop,' said my mother.

'What are you doing ?' "'Trying to steal,' said the child.
"'Don't you know that it is wicked to do so ?' asked my father.
"'No,' said the girl, 'but it is dreadful to be hungry.' "'Who told you to steal ?' asked my mother.
"'She--there,' said the child, pointing to a squalid woman in a doorway opposite, who fled suddenly down the street.

'That is old Judas,' said the girl." Mrs.Morgan read this rather flatly, and the director was in despair.

He fidgeted around, and then went over to Mr.Quincel.
"What do you think of them ?" he asked.
"Oh, I guess we'll be able to whip them into shape," said the latter, with an air of strength under difficulties.
"I don't know," said the director.

"That fellow Bamberger strikes me as being a pretty poor shift for a lover." "He's all we've got," said Quincel, rolling up his eyes.