Drouet did not leave her much alone.
She had time for some lone wanderings, but mostly he filled her hours with 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.
She was pretty, yes, indeed! How nice her had set, and weren't her eyes pretty.

She caught her little red lip with her teeth and felt her first thrill of power Drouet was so good.
They went to see "The Mikado" one evening, an open which was hilariously popular at that time.

Before going they made off for the Windsor dinning-room, which was in Dearborn Street, a considerable distance from Carrie's room.

It was blowing up cold, and out of her window.