She would go down in the morning and hunt for work.

At noon she would meet Drouet as agreed and tell him.

At this decision her heart sank, until she was the old Carrie of distress.
Curiously, she could not hold the money in her hand without feeling some relief.

Even after all her depressing conclusions, she could sweep away all thought about the matter and then the twenty dollars seemed a wonderful and delightful thing.

Ah, money, money, money! What a thing it was to have.