"Great big plate-glass windows and lots of clerks. The man I saw
said they hired ever so many people."

"It's not very hard to get work now," put in Hanson, "if you look
right."

Minnie, under the warming influence of Carrie's good spirits and
her husband's somewhat conversational mood, began to tell Carrie
of some of the well-known things to see--things the enjoyment of
which cost nothing.

"You'd like to see Michigan Avenue. There are such fine houses.
It is such a fine street."

"Where is H. R. Jacob's?" interrupted Carrie, mentioning one of
the theatres devoted to melodrama which went by that name at the
time.

"Oh, it's not very far from here," answered Minnie. "It's in
Halstead Street, right up here."

"How I'd like to go there. I crossed Halstead Street to-day,
didn't I?"

At this there was a slight halt in the natural reply. Thoughts
are a strangely permeating factor. At her suggestion of going to
the theatre, the unspoken shade of disapproval to the doing of
those things which involved the expenditure of money--shades of
feeling which arose in the mind of Hanson and then in Minnie--