"You'd better look in those big manufacturing houses along Franklin Street and just the other side of the river," he concluded.
"Lots of girls work there.

You could get home easy, too.

It isn't very far." Carrie nodded and asked her sister about the neighbourhood.

The latter talked in a subdued tone, telling the little she knew about it, while Hanson concerned himself with the baby.

Finally he jumped up and handed the child to his wife.
"I've got to get up early in the morning, so I'll go to bed," and off he went, disappearing into the dark little bedroom off the hall, for the night.
"He works way down at the stock-yards," explained Minnie, "so he's got to get up at half-past five." "What time do you get up to get breakfast ?" asked Carrie.
"At about twenty minutes of five." Together they finished the labour of the day, Carrie washing the dishes while Minnie undressed the baby and put it to bed.