Carrie had no warning of this halcyon intention.She practised her part ruefully, feeling that she was effectually shelved.At the dress rehearsal she was disconsolate.
"That isn't so bad," said the author, the manager noting the curious effect which Carrie's blues had upon the part."Tell her to frown a little more when Sparks dances."
Carrie did not know it, but there was the least show of wrinkles between her eyes and her mouth was puckered quaintly.
"Frown a little more, Miss Madenda," said the stage manager.
Carrie instantly brightened up, thinking he had meant it as a rebuke.
"No; frown," he said."Frown as you did before."
Carrie looked at him in astonishment.
"I mean it," he said."Frown hard when Mr.Sparks dances.I
want to see how it looks."
It was easy enough to do.Carrie scowled.The effect was something so quaint and droll it caught even the manager.
"That is good," he said."If she'll do that all through, I think it will take."
Going over to Carrie, he said:
"Suppose you try frowning all through.Do it hard.Look mad.
It'll make the part really funny."
On the opening night it looked to Carrie as if there were nothing to her part, after all.The happy, sweltering audience did not seem to see her in the first act.She frowned and frowned, but to no effect.Eyes were riveted upon the more elaborate efforts of the stars.