At last Carrie’s turn came. It was because of her extreme anxiety to do all that was required that brought on the trouble.
She heard some one called.
“Mason,” said the voice. “Miss Mason.”
She looked around to see who it could be. A girl behind shoved her a little, but she did not understand.
“You, you!” said the manager. “Can’t you hear?”
“Oh,” said Carrie, collapsing, and blushing fiercely.
“Isn’t your name Mason?” asked the manager.
“No, sir,” said Carrie, “it’s Madenda.”
“Well, what’s the matter with your feet? Can’t you dance?”
“Yes, sir,” said Carrie, who had long since learned this art.