She dealt the luckless Sara a glance that would have slain her on the spot could glances kill, stumbled lamely and impotently through the few remaining lines of her recitation, and fled with crimson cheeks to hide her mortification in the little corner that had been curtained off for a dressing-room.

Mr.Perkins looked things not lawful to be uttered, and the audience tittered at intervals for the rest of the performance.
Sara Ray alone remained serenely satisfied until the close of the concert, when we surrounded her with a whirlwind of reproaches.
"Why," she stammered aghast, "what did I do?
I--I thought she was stuck and that I ought to prompt her quick." "You little fool, she just paused for effect," cried Felicity angrily.
Felicity might be rather jealous of the Story Girl's gift, but she was furious at beholding "one of our family" made ridiculous in such a fashion.

"You have less sense than anyone I ever heard of, Sara Ray." Poor Sara dissolved in tears.
"I didn't know.

I thought she was stuck," she wailed again.
She cried all the way home, but we did not try to comfort her.

We felt quite out of patience with her.