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

           Brownsaidsheshouldsitdownandthathewouldbearoundinalittlewhile.

           Itwasaportionofthestockroomwhichgavenoideaofthegeneralcharacteroftheplace,andCarriecouldformnoopinionofthenatureofthework.

           “Soyouwantsomethingtodo,”saidMr.Brown,afterheinquiredconcerningthenatureofhererrand.“Haveyoueverbeenemployedinashoefactorybefore?”

           “No,sir,”saidCarrie.

           “Whatisyourname?”heinquired,andbeinginformed,“Well,Idon’tknowasIhaveanythingforyou.Wouldyouworkforfourandahalfaweek?”

           Carriewastoowornbydefeatnottofeelthatitwasconsiderable.Shehadnotexpectedthathewouldofferherlessthansix.Sheacquiesced,however,andhetookhernameandaddress.

           “Well,”hesaid,finally,“youreporthereateighto’clockMondaymorning.IthinkIcanfindsomethingforyoutodo.”

           Heleftherrevivedbythepossibilities,surethatshehadfoundsomethingatlast.Instantlythebloodcreptwarmlyoverherbody.Hernervoustensionrelaxed.Shewalkedoutintothebusystreetanddiscoveredanewatmosphere.Behold,thethrongwasmovingwithalightsomestep.Shenoticedthatmenandwomenweresmiling.Scrapsofconversationandnotesoflaughterfloatedtoher.Theairwaslight.Peoplewerealreadypouringoutofthebuildings,theirlabourendedfortheday.Shenoticedthattheywerepleased,andthoughtsofhersister’shomeandthemealthatwouldbeawaitingherquickenedhersteps.Shehurriedon,tiredperhaps,butnolongerwearyoffoot

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