Not long after he rose to go, and she felt that he was in power.

"You mustn't feel bad," he said, kindly; "things will straighten out in the course of time." She made no answer, because she could think of nothing to say.
"We are good friends, aren't we ?" he said, extending his hand.
"Yes," she answered.
"Not a word, then, until I see you again." He retained a hold on her hand.
"I can't promise," she said, doubtfully.
"You must be more generous than that," he said, in such a simple way that she was touched.
"Let's not talk about it any more," she returned.
"All right," he said, brightening.
He went down the steps and into his cab.

Carrie closed the door and ascended into her room.

She undid her broad lace collar before the mirror and unfastened her pretty alligator belt which she had recently bought.
"I'm getting terrible," she said, honestly affected by a feeling of trouble and shame.

"I don't seem to do anything right." She unloosed her hair after a time, and let it hang in loose brown waves.