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“
Ah
,
yes
,
”
said
the
latter
,
when
she
applied
;
“
Miss
Madenda
—
one
hundred
and
fifty
dollars
.
Quite
a
success
the
show
seems
to
have
made
.
”
“
Yes
,
indeed
,
”
returned
Carrie
.
Right
after
came
one
of
the
insignificant
members
of
the
company
,
and
she
heard
the
changed
tone
of
address
.
“
How
much
?
”
said
the
same
cashier
,
sharply
.
One
,
such
as
she
had
only
recently
been
,
was
waiting
for
her
modest
salary
.
It
took
her
back
to
the
few
weeks
in
which
she
had
collected
—
or
rather
had
received
—
almost
with
the
air
of
a
domestic
,
four
-
fifty
per
week
from
a
lordly
foreman
in
a
shoe
factory
—
a
man
who
,
in
distributing
the
envelopes
,
had
the
manner
of
a
prince
doling
out
favours
to
a
servile
group
of
petitioners
.
She
knew
that
out
in
Chicago
this
very
day
the
same
factory
chamber
was
full
of
poor
homely
-
clad
girls
working
in
long
lines
at
clattering
machines
;
that
at
noon
they
would
eat
a
miserable
lunch
in
a
half
-
hour
;
that
Saturday
they
would
gather
,
as
they
had
when
she
was
one
of
them
,
and
accept
the
small
pay
for
work
a
hundred
times
harder
than
she
was
now
doing
.
Oh
,
it
was
so
easy
now
!
The
world
was
so
rosy
and
bright
.
She
felt
so
thrilled
that
she
must
needs
walk
back
to
the
hotel
to
think
,
wondering
what
she
should
do
.
It
does
not
take
money
long
to
make
plain
its
impotence
,
providing
the
desires
are
in
the
realm
of
affection
.
With
her
one
hundred
and
fifty
in
hand
,
Carrie
could
think
of
nothing
particularly
to
do
.
In
itself
,
as
a
tangible
,
apparent
thing
which
she
could
touch
and
look
upon
,
it
was
a
diverting
thing
for
a
few
days
,
but
this
soon
passed
.
Her
hotel
bill
did
not
require
its
use
.
Her
clothes
had
for
some
time
been
wholly
satisfactory
.
Another
day
or
two
and
she
would
receive
another
hundred
and
fifty
.
It
began
to
appear
as
if
this
were
not
so
startlingly
necessary
to
maintain
her
present
state
.
If
she
wanted
to
do
anything
better
or
move
higher
she
must
have
more
—
a
great
deal
more
.
Now
a
critic
called
to
get
up
one
of
those
tinsel
interviews
which
shine
with
clever
observations
,
show
up
the
wit
of
critics
,
display
the
folly
of
celebrities
,
and
divert
the
public
.
He
liked
Carrie
,
and
said
so
,
publicly
—
adding
,
however
,
that
she
was
merely
pretty
,
good
-
natured
,
and
lucky
.
This
cut
like
a
knife
.
The
“
Herald
,
”
getting
up
an
entertainment
for
the
benefit
of
its
free
ice
fund
,
did
her
the
honour
to
beg
her
to
appear
along
with
celebrities
for
nothing
.
She
was
visited
by
a
young
author
,
who
had
a
play
which
he
thought
she
could
produce
.
Alas
,
she
could
not
judge
.
It
hurt
her
to
think
it
.
Then
she
found
she
must
put
her
money
in
the
bank
for
safety
,
and
so
moving
,
finally
reached
the
place
where
it
struck
her
that
the
door
to
life
’
s
perfect
enjoyment
was
not
open
.
Gradually
she
began
to
think
it
was
because
it
was
summer
.
Nothing
was
going
on
much
save
such
entertainments
as
the
one
in
which
she
was
the
star
Fifth
Avenue
was
boarded
up
where
the
rich
had
deserted
their
mansions
.
Madison
Avenue
was
little
better
.
Broadway
was
full
of
loafing
thespians
in
search
of
next
season
’
s
engagements
.
The
whole
city
was
quiet
and
her
nights
were
taken
up
with
her
work
.
Hence
the
feeling
that
there
was
little
to
do
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
,
”
she
said
to
Lola
one
day
,
sitting
at
one
of
the
windows
which
looked
down
into
Broadway
,
“
I
get
lonely
;
don
’
t
you
?
”
“
No
,
”
said
Lola
,
“
not
very
often
.
You
won
’
t
go
anywhere
.
That
’
s
what
’
s
the
matter
with
you
.
”
