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She thought a long time about this. Finally she agreed. He would
come out as far as Peoria Street and wait for her. She was to meet
him at half-past eight. At half-past five she reached home, and at
six her determination was hardened.
"So you didnít get it?" said Minnie, referring to Carrieís story of
the Boston Store.
Carrie looked at her out of the corner of her eye. "No," she
"I donít think youíd better try any more this fall," said Minnie.
Carrie said nothing.
When Hanson came home he wore the same inscrutable
demeanour. He washed in silence and went off to read his paper.
At dinner Carrie felt a little nervous. The strain of her own plans
was considerable, and the feeling that she was not welcome here
"Didnít find anything, eh?" said Hanson.
He turned to his eating again, the thought that it was a burden to
have her here dwelling in his mind. She would have to go home,
that was all. Once she was away, there would be no more coming
back in the spring.
Carrie was afraid of what she was going to do, but she was
relieved to know that this condition was ending. They would not
care. Hanson particularly would be glad when she went. He would
not care what became of her.
After dinner she went into the bathroom, where they could not
disturb her, and wrote a little note.
"Good-bye, Minnie," it read. "Iím not going home. Iím going to
stay in Chicago a little while and look for work. Donít worry. Iíll
be all right."
In the front room Hanson was reading his paper. As usual, she
helped Minnie clear away the dishes and straighten up. Then she
"I guess Iíll stand down at the door a little while." She could
scarcely prevent her voice from trembling.
Minnie remembered Hansonís remonstrance.
"Sven doesnít think it looks good to stand down there," she said.
"Doesnít he?" said Carrie. "I wonít do it any more after this."
She put on her hat and fidgeted around the table in the little
bedroom, wondering where to slip the note. Finally she put it
under Minnieís hair-brush.
When she had closed the hall-door, she paused a moment and
wondered what they would think. Some thought of the queerness
of her deed affected her. She went slowly down the stairs. She
looked back up the lighted step, and then affected to stroll up the
street. When she reached the corner she quickened her pace.
As she was hurrying away, Hanson came back to his wife.
"Is Carrie down at the door again?" he asked.
"Yes," said Minnie; "she said she wasnít going to do it any more."
He went over to the baby where it was playing on the floor and
began to poke his finger at it.
Drouet was on the corner waiting, in good spirits.
"Hello, Carrie," he said, as a sprightly figure of a girl drew near
him. "Got here safe, did you? Well, weíll take a car."