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“
Say
,
Kitty
,
”
called
one
to
a
girl
who
was
doing
a
waltz
step
in
a
few
feet
of
space
near
one
of
the
windows
,
“
are
you
going
to
the
ball
with
me
?
”
“
Look
out
,
Kitty
,
”
called
another
,
“
you
’
ll
jar
your
back
hair
.
”
“
Go
on
,
Rubber
,
”
was
her
only
comment
.
As
Carrie
listened
to
this
and
much
more
of
similar
familiar
badinage
among
the
men
and
girls
,
she
instinctively
withdrew
into
herself
.
She
was
not
used
to
this
type
,
and
felt
that
there
was
something
hard
and
low
about
it
all
.
She
feared
that
the
young
boys
about
would
address
such
remarks
to
her
—
boys
who
,
beside
Drouet
,
seemed
uncouth
and
ridiculous
.
She
made
the
average
feminine
distinction
between
clothes
,
putting
worth
,
goodness
,
and
distinction
in
a
dress
suit
,
and
leaving
all
the
unlovely
qualities
and
those
beneath
notice
in
overalls
and
jumper
.
She
was
glad
when
the
short
half
hour
was
over
and
the
wheels
began
to
whirr
again
.
Though
wearied
,
she
would
be
inconspicuous
.
This
illusion
ended
when
another
young
man
passed
along
the
aisle
and
poked
her
indifferently
in
the
ribs
with
his
thumb
.
She
turned
about
,
indignation
leaping
to
her
eyes
,
but
he
had
gone
on
and
only
once
turned
to
grin
.
She
found
it
difficult
to
conquer
an
inclination
to
cry
.
The
girl
next
her
noticed
her
state
of
mind
.
“
Don
’
t
you
mind
,
”
she
said
.
“
He
’
s
too
fresh
.
”
Carrie
said
nothing
,
but
bent
over
her
work
.
She
felt
as
though
she
could
hardly
endure
such
a
life
.
Her
idea
of
work
had
been
so
entirely
different
.
All
during
the
long
afternoon
she
thought
of
the
city
outside
and
its
imposing
show
,
crowds
,
and
fine
buildings
.
Columbia
City
and
the
better
side
of
her
home
life
came
back
.
By
three
o
’
clock
she
was
sure
it
must
be
six
,
and
by
four
it
seemed
as
if
they
had
forgotten
to
note
the
hour
and
were
letting
all
work
overtime
.
The
foreman
became
a
true
ogre
,
prowling
constantly
about
,
keeping
her
tied
down
to
her
miserable
task
What
she
heard
of
the
conversation
about
her
only
made
her
feel
sure
that
she
did
not
want
to
make
friends
with
any
of
these
.
When
six
o
’
clock
came
she
hurried
eagerly
away
,
her
arms
aching
and
her
limbs
stiff
from
sitting
in
one
position
.
As
she
passed
out
along
the
hall
after
getting
her
hat
,
a
young
machine
hand
,
attracted
by
her
looks
,
made
bold
to
jest
with
her
.
“
Say
,
Maggie
,
”
he
called
,
“
if
you
wait
,
I
’
ll
walk
with
you
.
”
