"Bravo!" he cried again. "Bravo!"
At that she blushed. "What a little goose I am!" she cried.
"Playing the orator! Mr. Canby, you mustn't mind--"
"I won't!"
"It's because I'm so happy," she explained--to his way of
thinking, divinely. "I'm so happy I just pour out everything. I
want to sing every minute. You see, it seemed such a long while
that I was waiting for my chance. Some of us wait forever, Mr.
Canby, and I was so afraid mine might never come. If it hadn't
come now it might never have come. If I'd missed this one, I
might never have had another. It frightens me to think of it--
and I oughtn't to be thinking of it! I ought to be spending all
my time on my knees thanking God that old Mr. Packer got it into
his head that 'The Little Minister' was a play about the
Baptists!"
"I don't see--"
"If he hadn't," she said, "I wouldn't be here!"
"God bless old Mr. Packer!"
"I hope you mean it, Mr. Canby." She blushed again, because
there was no possible doubt that he meant it. "It seems a
miracle to me that I am here, and that my chance is here with
me, at last.
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