She was not used to slang.

Her instinct in the matter of dress was naturally better.

She disliked to listen to the girl next to her, who was rather hardened by experience.
"I'm going to quit this," she heard her remark to her neighbor.

"What with the stipend and being up late, it's too much for me health." They were free with the follows, young and old, about the place, and exchanged banter in rude phrases, which at first shocked her.

She saw that she was taken to be of the same sort and addressed accordingly.
"Hello," remarked one of the stout-wristed sole-workers to her at noon.
"You're a daisy." He really expected to hear the common "Aw! go chase yourself!" in return, and was sufficiently abashed, by Carrie's silently moving away, to retreat, awkwardly grinning.
That night at the flat she was even more lonely-the dull situation was becoming harder to endure.