Instantly from the back of the house a voice called: "Why don't you
put it up to the Man in the Box?" Miss Winter laughed-the audience
laughed; all eyes were turned toward Carter. As though the idea
pleased them, from different parts of the house people applauded
heartily. In embarrassment, Carter shoved back his chair and pulled
the curtain of the box between him and the audience. But he was not
so easily to escape. Leaving the orchestra to continue unheeded
with the prelude to the next verse, Miss Winter walked slowly and
deliberately toward him, smiling mischievously. In burlesque
entreaty, she held out her arms. She made a most appealing and
charming picture, and of that fact she was well aware. In a voice
loud enough to reach every part of the house, she addressed herself
to Carter:

"Won't you tell ME?" she begged.

Carter, blushing unhappily, shrugged his shoulders in apology.

With a wave of her hand Miss Winter designated the audience.
"Then," she coaxed, reproachfully, "won't you tell THEM?"

Again, instantly, with a promptness and unanimity that sounded
suspiciously as though it came from ushers well rehearsed, several
voice echoed her petition: "Give us all a chance!'' shouted one.
"Don't keep the good things to yourself! " reproached another. " I
want to get rich, TOO!" wailed a third. In his heart, Carter prayed
they would choke. But the audience, so far from resenting the
interruptions, encouraged them, and Carter's obvious discomfort
added to its amusement. It proceeded to assail him with applause,