The contagion of thought here demonstrated itself. While Hansonreally came for bread, the thought dwelt with him that now hewould see what Carrie was doing. No sooner did he draw near herwith that in mind than she felt it. Of course, she had nounderstanding of what put it into her head, but, nevertheless, itaroused in her the first shade of real antipathy to him. Sheknew now that she did not like him. He was suspicious.。， "No, sir," she replied.
Carrie began to move quickly to the door.。， Carrie looked over the large bill of fare which the waiter handedher without really considering it. She was very hungry, and thethings she saw there awakened her desires, but the high pricesheld her attention. "Half broiled spring chicken--seventy-five.Sirloin steak with mushrooms--one twenty-five." She had dimlyheard of these things, but it seemed strange to be called toorder from the list.
The pieces of leather came from the girl at the machine to herright, and were passed on to the girl at her left. Carrie saw atonce that an average speed was necessary or the work would pileup on her and all those below would be delayed. She had no timeto look about, and bent anxiously to her task. The girls at herleft and right realised her predicament and feelings, and, in away, tried to aid her, as much as they dared, by working slower.。， Sister Carrie gazed out of the window. Her companion, affectedby her wonder, so contagious are all things, felt anew someinterest in the city and pointed out its marvels.
Into this important commercial region the timid Carrie went. Shewalked east along Van Buren Street through a region of lesseningimportance, until it deteriorated into a mass of shanties andcoal-yards, and finally verged upon the river. She walkedbravely forward, led by an honest desire to find employment anddelayed at every step by the interest of the unfolding scene, anda sense of helplessness amid so much evidence of power and forcewhich she did not understand. These vast buildings, what werethey? These strange energies and huge interests, for whatpurposes were they there? She could have understood the meaningof a little stone-cutter's yard at Columbia City, carving littlepieces of marble for individual use, but when the yards of somehuge stone corporation came into view, filled with spur tracksand flat cars, transpierced by docks from the river and traversedoverhead by immense trundling cranes of wood and steel, it lostall significance in her little world.。， "Yes," returned Carrie.
"I suppose your people will be here to meet you?" he said. "Letme carry your grip."。， "Carrie wants us to go to the theatre," she said, looking in uponher husband. Hanson looked up from his paper, and they exchangeda mild look, which said as plainly as anything: "This isn't whatwe expected."
"What did you do that for, Carrie?" asked Minnie when she saw it.。， Carrie readily acquiesced, glad to escape the trying situation,and liberal now that she saw a way out. She was elated and beganfiguring at once. She needed a hat first of all. How Minnieexplained to Hanson she never knew. He said nothing at all, butthere were thoughts in the air which left disagreeableimpressions.