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Chapter III. Wee Question Of Fortune: Four-fifty A Week

           

           Onthesecondfloorwerethemanagerialoffices,towhich,aftersomeinquiry,shewasnowdirected.Thereshefoundothergirlsaheadofher,applicantslikeherself,butwithmoreofthatself-satisfiedandindependentairwhichexperienceofthecitylends;girlswhoscrutinisedherinapainfulmanner.Afterawaitofperhapsthree-quartersofanhour,shewascalledinturn.

           “Now,”saidasharp,quick-manneredJew,whowassittingataroll-topdesknearthewindow,“haveyoueverworkedinanyotherstore?”

           “No,sir,”saidCarrie.

           “Oh,youhaven’t,”hesaid,eyeingherkeenly.

           “No,sir,”shereplied.

           “Well,wepreferyoungwomenjustnowwithsomeexperience.Iguesswecan’tuseyou.”

           Carriestoodwaitingamoment,hardlycertainwhethertheinterviewhadterminated.

           “Don’twait!”heexclaimed.“Rememberweareverybusyhere.”

           Carriebegantomovequicklytothedoor.

           “Holdon,”hesaid,callingherback.“Givemeyournameandaddress.Wewantgirlsoccasionally.”

           Whenshehadgottensafelyintothestreet,shecouldscarcelyrestrainthetears.Itwasnotsomuchtheparticularrebuffwhichshehadjustexperienced,butthewholeabashingtrendoftheday.Shewastiredandnervous.Sheabandonedthethoughtofappealingtotheotherdepartmentstoresandnowwanderedon,feelingacertainsafetyandreliefinminglingwiththecrowd.

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