"I'll have to get something else and save up." "It would be nice if you could get some place," said Carrie, prompted by anxiety and hope.
"I guess I will," he said reflectively.
For some days thereafter he put on his overcoat regularly in the morning and sallied forth.

On these ventures he first consoled himself with the thought that with the seven hundred dollars he had he could still make some advantageous arrangement.

He thought about going to some brewery, which, as he knew, frequently controlled saloons which they leased, and get them to help him.

Then he remembered that he would have to pay out several hundred any way for fixtures and that he would have nothing left for his monthly expenses.

It was costing him nearly eighty dollars a month to live.
"No," he said, in his sanest moments, "I can't do it.