Actress. ... Your selection may not be in my repertoire.
Manager. Oh! yes, it is. I only require two words: “Come here.”
Actress. Come here?
Manager. Yes, and with the words, the meaning, emphasis, and expressions, that situation, character, and the surroundings would command.
Actress. (Takes off her bonnet and shawl.) Well, then, I am ready.
Manager. Before a mother stand a loving couple, who pray for her consent; the lover is poor; she battles with her pride, it is a great struggle for her; at last with open arms she cries—
Actress. Come here!
Manager. A mother calls her little daughter, who has done something to vex her.
Actress. Come here!
Manager. And now it is her step-child.