The delay of a few days was irritating. She would
have preferred to push straight on, while her courage
was taut. Still, the delay had one advantage--she
could prepare the details of her plan. So, instead of
going to the office of the theatrical manager--Crossley,
the most successful producer of light, musical pieces
of all kinds--she went to call on several of the girls
she knew who were more or less in touch with matters
theatrical. And she found out just how to proceed
toward accomplishing a purpose which ought not to be
difficult for one with such a voice as hers and with
physical charms peculiarly fitted for stage exhibition.
Not until Saturday was her voice at its best again.
She, naturally, decided not to go to the theatrical office
on Monday, but to wait until she had seen and talked
with Keith. One more day did not matter, and Keith
might be stimulating, might even have some useful
suggestions to offer. She received him with a manner that
was a version, and a most charming version, of his own
tranquil indifference.
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