If Drouet came, she could meet him there.

Her face took on the semblance of a look of happiness as she put on her hat to go below.
"Carrie doesn't seem to like her place very well," said Minnie to her husband when the latter came out, paper in hand, to sit in the dining-room a few minutes.
"She ought to keep it for a time, anyhow," said Hanson.

"Has she gone downstairs ?" "Yes," said Minnie.
"I'd tell her to keep it if I were you.

She might be here weeks without getting another one." Minnie said she would, and Hanson read his paper.
"If I were you," he said a little later, "I wouldn't let her stand in the door down there.

It don't look good." "I'll tell her," said Minnie.
The life of the streets continued for a long time to interest Carrie.
She never wearied of wondering where the people in the cars were going or what their enjoyments were.