Let's go to breakfast." Carrie put on her hat.
"Where are the gloves ?" he inquired.
"Here," she said, taking them out of the bureau drawer.
"Now, come on," he said.
Thus the first hour of misgiving was swept away.
It went this way on every occasion.

Drouet did not leave her much alone.
She had time for some lone wanderings, but mostly he filled her hours with sight-seeing.

At Carson, Pirie's he bought her a nice skirt and shirt waist.

With his money she purchased the little necessaries of toilet, until at last she looked quite another maiden.

The mirror convinced her of a few things which she had long believed.