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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 didn’t get it?" said Minnie, referring to Carrie’s story of the Boston Store. Carrie looked at her out of the corner of her eye. "No," she answered. "I don’t think you’d 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 was strong. "Didn’t find anything, eh?" said Hanson. "No." 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. "I’m not going home. I’m going to stay in Chicago a little while and look for work. Don’t worry. I’ll 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 said: "I guess I’ll stand down at the door a little while." She could scarcely prevent her voice from trembling. Minnie remembered Hanson’s remonstrance. "Sven doesn’t think it looks good to stand down there," she said. "Doesn’t he?" said Carrie. "I won’t 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 Minnie’s 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 wasn’t 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, we’ll take a car." |
