Carrie had seen one or two elaborate performances there and had heard of several others.

She knew nothing of Henderson nor of the methods of applying, but she instinctively felt that this would be a likely place, and accordingly strolled about in that neighborhood.

She came bravely enough to the showy entrance way, with the polished and begilded lobby, set with framed pictures out of the current attraction, leading up to the quiet box-office, but she could get no further.

A noted comic opera comedian was holding forth that week, and the air of distinction and prosperity overawed her.

She could not imagine that there would be anything in such a lofty sphere for her.