Quincel.

"Yes, it does."

He took the part home to Carrie and handed it to her with the
manner of one who does a favour.

"He says that's the best part. Do you think you can do it?"

"I don't know until I look it over. You know I'm afraid, now
that I've said I would."

"Oh, go on. What have you got to be afraid of? It's a cheap
company. The rest of them aren't as good as you are."

"Well, I'll see," said Carrie, pleased to have the part, for all
her misgivings.

He sidled around, dressing and fidgeting before he arranged to
make his next remark.

"They were getting ready to print the programmes," he said, "and
I gave them the name of Carrie Madenda. Was that all right?"

"Yes, I guess so," said his companion, looking up at him. She
was thinking it was slightly strange.

"If you didn't make a hit, you know," he went on.

"Oh, yes," she answered, rather pleased now with his caution. It