Therewasagooddinnerintheflatthatevening，owingtothe，mereliftingoftheterriblestrain。Hurstwoodwentoutfora，shave，andreturnedwithafair-sizedsirloinsteak。
“Now，to-morrow，“hethought，“I’lllookaroundmyself，“andwith，renewedhopeheliftedhiseyesfromtheground。
OnthemorrowCarriereportedpromptlyandwasgivenaplacein，theline。Shesawalarge，empty，shadowyplay-house，still，redolentoftheperfumesandblazonryofthenight，andnotable，foritsrich，orientalappearance。Thewonderofitawedand，delightedher。Blessedbeitswondrousreality。Howhardshe，wouldtrytobeworthyofit。Itwasabovethecommonmass，aboveidleness，abovewant，aboveinsignificance。Peoplecameto，itinfineryandcarriagestosee。Itwaseveracentreoflight，andmirth。Andhereshewasofit。Oh，ifshecouldonly，remain，howhappywouldbeherdays！
“Whatisyourname？”saidthemanager，whowasconductingthe，drill。
“Madenda，“shereplied，instantlymindfulofthenameDrouethad，selectedinChicago。”CarrieMadenda。”