again encountered the firm of Storm and King, and this time
managed to get in. Some gentlemen were conferring close at hand,
but took no notice of her. She was left standing, gazing
nervously upon the floor. When the limit of her distress had
been nearly reached, she was beckoned to by a man at one of the
many desks within the near-by railing.

"Who is it you wish to see?" he required.

"Why, any one, if you please," she answered. "I am looking for
something to do."

"Oh, you want to see Mr. McManus," he returned. "Sit down," and
he pointed to a chair against the neighbouring wall. He went on
leisurely writing, until after a time a short, stout gentleman
came in from the street.

"Mr. McManus," called the man at the desk, "this young woman
wants to see you."

The short gentleman turned about towards Carrie, and she arose
and came forward.

"What can I do for you, miss?" he inquired, surveying her
curiously.

"I want to know if I can get a position," she inquired.

"As what?" he asked.