What was it?
A very dull round indeed.

What did she have?
Nothing but this narrow, little flat.

The Vances could travel, they could do the things worth doing, and here she was.

For what was she made, anyhow?
More thought followed, and then tears--tears seemed justified, and the only relief in the world.
For another period this state continued, the twain leading a rather monotonous life, and then there was a slight change for the worse.

One evening, Hurstwood, after thinking about a way to modify Carrie's desire for clothes and the general strain upon his ability to provide, said: "I don't think I'll ever be able to do much with Shaughnessy." "What's the matter ?" said Carrie.
"Oh, he's a slow, greedy 'mick'! He won't agree to anything to improve the place, and it won't ever pay without it." "Can't you make him ?" said Carrie.
"No; I've tried.