Carrie sensed the root of the opposition at once.

"I have some money," she said. "You go with me." Minnie shook
her head.

"He could go along," said Carrie.

"No," returned Minnie softly, and rattling the dishes to drown
the conversation. "He wouldn't."

It had been several years since Minnie had seen Carrie, and in
that time the latter's character had developed a few shades.
Naturally timid in all things that related to her own
advancement, and especially so when without power or resource,
her craving for pleasure was so strong that it was the one stay
of her nature. She would speak for that when silent on all else.

"Ask him," she pleaded softly.

Minnie was thinking of the resource which Carrie's board would
add. It would pay the rent and would make the subject of
expenditure a little less difficult to talk about with her
husband. But if Carrie was going to think of running around in
the beginning there would be a hitch somewhere. Unless Carrie
submitted to a solemn round of industry and saw the need of hard
work without longing for play, how was her coming to the city to
profit them? These thoughts were not those of a cold, hard
nature at all. They were the serious reflections of a mind which
invariably adjusted itself, without much complaining, to such