He was clean, handsome, well-dressed, and sympathetic.

His voice was the voice of a friend.
"What can you do back at Columbia City ?" he went on, rousing by the words in Carrie's mind a picture of the dull world she had left.

"There isn't anything down there.

Chicago's the place.

You can get a nice room here and some clothes, and then you can do something." Carrie looked out through the window into the busy street.