They went through Monroe Street to the old Windsor dining-room,which was then a large, comfortable place, with an excellentcuisine and substantial service. Drouet selected a table close bythe window, where the busy rout of the street could be seen. Heloved the changing panorama of the street--to see and be seen ashe dined.。，
。， He seemed rather annoyed at having to bother with such help, butput down her name and then led her across to where a line ofgirls occupied stools in front of clacking machines. On theshoulder of one of the girls who was punching eye-holes in onepiece of the upper, by the aid of the machine, he put his hand.
Carrie did not go very far, after all. She returned and stood inthe door. The next day they went out to Garfield Park, but itdid not please her. She did not look well enough. In the shopnext day she heard the highly coloured reports which girls giveof their trivial amusements. They had been happy. On severaldays it rained and she used up car fare. One night she gotthoroughly soaked, going to catch the car at Van Buren Street.All that evening she sat alone in the front room looking out uponthe street, where the lights were reflected on the wet pavements,thinking. She had imagination enough to be moody.。， Her cowardice began to trouble her in a way. She turned back,resolving to hunt up Storm and King and enter. On the way, sheencountered a great wholesale shoe company, through the broadplate windows of which she saw an enclosed executive department,hidden by frosted glass. Without this enclosure, but just withinthe street entrance, sat a grey-haired gentleman at a smalltable, with a large open ledger before him. She walked by thisinstitution several times hesitating, but, finding herselfunobserved, faltered past the screen door and stood humblewaiting.
。， She sat with Minnie, in the kitchen, holding the baby until itbegan to cry. Then she walked and sang to it, until Hanson,disturbed in his reading, came and took it. A pleasant side tohis nature came out here. He was patient. One could see that hewas very much wrapped up in his offspring.
。， "This is Northwest Chicago," said Drouet. "This is the ChicagoRiver," and he pointed to a little muddy creek, crowded with thehuge masted wanderers from far-off waters nosing the black-postedbanks. With a puff, a clang, and a clatter of rails it was gone."Chicago is getting to be a great town," he went on. "It's awonder. You'll find lots to see here."