The newcomer did no more than smile shamefacedly, but it was sufficient.
Carrie felt that she would like to know her, and a similar feeling stirred in the mind of the other, who admired Carrie's innocent face.
"That's a real pretty woman who has moved in next door," said Carrie to Hurstwood at the breakfast table.
"Who are they ?" asked Hurstwood.
"I don't know," said Carrie.

"The name on the bell is Vance.

Some one over there plays beautifully.

I guess it must be she." "Well, you never can tell what sort of people you're living next to in this town, can you ?" said Hurstwood, expressing the customary New York opinion about neighbors.
"Just think," said Carrie, "I have been in this house with nine other families for over a year and I don't know a soul.

These people have been here over a month and I haven't seen any one before this morning." "It's just as well," said Hurstwood.