As on the previous morning, Carrie walked down town, for she began to realize now that her four-fifty would not even allow her car fare after she paid her board.

This seemed a miserable arrangement.

But the morning light swept away the first misgivings of the day, as morning light is ever won't to do.
At the shoe factory she put in a long day, scarcely so wearisome as the preceding, but considerably less novel.

The head foreman, on his round, stopped by her machine.
"Where did you come from ?" he inquired.
"Mr.Brown hired me," she replied.
"Oh, he did, eh!" and then, "She that you keep things going." The machine girls impressed her even less favorably.

They seemed satisfied with their lot, and were in a sense "common." Carrie had more imagination than they.