"You can come on Monday morning, though," he added, "and I'll put you to work." "Thank you," said Carrie weakly.
"If you come, bring an apron," he added.
He walked away and left her standing by the elevator, never so much as inquiring her name.
While the appearance of the shop and the announcement of the price paid per week operated very much as a blow to Carrie's fancy, the fact that work of any kind was offered after so rude a round of experience was gratifying.

She could not begin to believe that she would take the place, modest as her aspirations were.

She had been used to better than that.

Her mere experience and the free out-of-door life of the country caused her nature to revolt at such confinement.

Dirt had never been her share.