"You do fine, and the manager knows it." To say the truth, Carrie did unconsciously move about with an air pleasing and somewhat distinctive.

It was due wholly to her natural manner and total lack of self-consciousness.
"Do you suppose I could get more up at the Broadway ?" "Of course you can," answered the girl.

"You come with me when I go.
I'll do the talking." Carrie heard this, flushing with thankfulness.

She liked this little gaslight soldier.

She seemed so experienced and self-reliant in her tinsel helmet and military accoutrements.
"My future must be assured if I can always get work this way," thought Carrie.
Still, in the morning, when her household duties would infringe upon her and Hurstwood sat there, a perfect load to contemplate, her fate seemed dismal and unrelieved.