No agent would trouble about you for less than that." Carrie saw a light.
"Thank you," she said.

"I'll think about it." She started to go, and then bethought herself.
"How soon would I get a place ?" she asked.
"Well, that's hard to say," said the man.

"You might get one in a week, or it might be a month.

You'd get the first thing that we thought you could do." "I see," said Carrie, and then, half-smiling to be agreeable, she walked out.
The agent studied a moment, and then said to himself: "It's funny how anxious these women are to get on the stage." Carrie found ample food for reflection in the fifty-dollar proposition.
"Maybe they'd take my money and not give me anything," she thought.

She had some jewelry--a diamond ring and pin and several other pieces.