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Carrie
realised
the
change
of
affectional
atmosphere
at
once
.
Amid
all
the
maze
,
uproar
,
and
novelty
she
felt
cold
reality
taking
her
by
the
hand
No
world
of
light
and
merriment
.
No
round
of
amusement
.
Her
sister
carried
with
her
most
of
the
grimness
of
shift
and
toil
.
“
Why
,
how
are
all
the
folks
at
home
?
”
she
began
;
“
how
is
father
,
and
mother
?
”
Carrie
answered
,
but
was
looking
away
.
Down
the
aisle
,
toward
the
gate
leading
into
the
waiting
-
room
and
the
street
,
stood
Drouet
.
He
was
looking
back
.
When
he
saw
that
she
saw
him
and
was
safe
with
her
sister
he
turned
to
go
,
sending
back
the
shadow
of
a
smile
.
Only
Carrie
saw
it
.
She
felt
something
lost
to
her
when
he
moved
away
.
When
he
disappeared
she
felt
his
absence
thoroughly
.
With
her
sister
she
was
much
alone
,
a
lone
figure
in
a
tossing
,
thoughtless
sea
.
Minnie
’
s
flat
,
as
the
one
-
floor
resident
apartments
were
then
being
called
,
was
in
a
part
of
West
Van
Buren
Street
inhabited
by
families
of
labourers
and
clerks
,
men
who
had
come
,
and
were
still
coming
,
with
the
rush
of
population
pouring
in
at
the
rate
of
50
,
000
a
year
.
It
was
on
the
third
floor
,
the
front
windows
looking
down
into
the
street
,
where
,
at
night
,
the
lights
of
grocery
stores
were
shining
and
children
were
playing
.
To
Carrie
,
the
sound
of
the
little
bells
upon
the
horse
-
cars
,
as
they
tinkled
in
and
out
of
hearing
,
was
as
pleasing
as
it
was
novel
.
She
gazed
into
the
lighted
street
when
Minnie
brought
her
into
the
front
room
,
and
wondered
at
the
sounds
,
the
movement
,
the
murmur
of
the
vast
city
which
stretched
for
miles
and
miles
in
every
direction
.
Mrs
.
Hanson
,
after
the
first
greetings
were
over
,
gave
Carrie
the
baby
and
proceeded
to
get
supper
.
Her
husband
asked
a
few
questions
and
sat
down
to
read
the
evening
paper
.
He
was
a
silent
man
,
American
born
,
of
a
Swede
father
,
and
now
employed
as
a
cleaner
of
refrigerator
cars
at
the
stock
-
yards
.
To
him
the
presence
or
absence
of
his
wife
’
s
sister
was
a
matter
of
indifference
.
Her
personal
appearance
did
not
affect
him
one
way
or
the
other
.
His
one
observation
to
the
point
was
concerning
the
chances
of
work
in
Chicago
.
“
It
’
s
a
big
place
,
”
he
said
.
“
You
can
get
in
somewhere
in
a
few
days
.
Everybody
does
.
”
It
had
been
tacitly
understood
beforehand
that
she
was
to
get
work
and
pay
her
board
.
He
was
of
a
clean
,
saving
disposition
,
and
had
already
paid
a
number
of
monthly
instalments
on
two
lots
far
out
on
the
West
Side
.
His
ambition
was
some
day
to
build
a
house
on
them
.
In
the
interval
which
marked
the
preparation
of
the
meal
Carrie
found
time
to
study
the
flat
.
She
had
some
slight
gift
of
observation
and
that
sense
,
so
rich
in
every
woman
—
intuition
.
