“I was just——”
“Never mind what you were just. Keep your ears open.”
Carrie pitied, and trembled for her turn.
Yet another suffered the pain of personal rebuke.
“Hold on a minute,” cried the manager, throwing up his hands, as if in despair. His demeanour was fierce.
“Elvers,” he shouted, “what have you got in your mouth?”
“Nothing,” said Miss Elvers, while some smiled and stood nervously by.
“Well, are you talking?”
“No, sir.”
“Well, keep your mouth still then. Now, all together again.”