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"That'll be nice," she murmured.She was eager to escape."I'll go for my things.""You can walk down and take the Fourth Street car," suggested her landlady."Then you can watch out and not miss the store.

The conductors are very impudent and forgetful."Susan escaped from the house as speedily as her flying feet would take her down the two flights.In the street once more, her spirits rose.She went south to Fourth Street, decided to walk instead of taking a car.She now found herself in much more impressive surroundings than before, and realized that Sixth Street was really one of the minor streets.The further uptown she went, the more excited she became.After the district of stately mansions with wonderful carriages driving up and away and women dressed like those in the illustrated story papers, came splendid shops and hotels, finer than Susan had believed there were anywhere in the world.And most of the people--the crowds on crowds of people!--looked prosperous and cheerful and so delightfully citified! She wondered why so many of the men stared at her.She assumed it must be something rural in her appearance though that ought to have set the women to staring, too.But she thought little about this, so absorbed was she in seeing all the new things.She walked slowly, pausing to inspect the shop windows--the gorgeous dresses and hats and jewelry, the thousand costly things scattered in careless profusion.And the crowds! How secure she felt among these multitudes of strangers, not one of them knowing or suspecting her secret of shame! She no longer had the sense of being outcast, branded.

When she had gone so far that it seemed to her she certainly must have missed the drug store, carefully though she had inspected each corner as she went, she decided that she must stop someone of this hurrying throng and inquire the way.While she was still screwing her courage to this boldness, she espied the sign and hastened joyfully across the street.She and Wylie welcomed each other like old friends.He was delighted when he learned that she had taken the room.

"You won't mind Aunt Kate after a while," said he."She's sour and nosey, but she's honest and respectable--and that's the main thing just now with you.And I think you'll get a job all right.

Aunt Kate's got a lady friend that's head saleslady at Shillito's.She'll know of something."Wylie was so kind and so hopeful that Susan felt already settled.As soon as customers came in, she took her parcel and went, Wylie saying, "I'll drop round after supper and see how things are getting on." She took the Sixth Street car back, and felt like an old resident.She was critical of Sixth Street now, and of the women she had been admiring there less than two hours before--critical of their manners and of their dress.The exterior of the boarding house no longer awed her.She was getting a point of view--as she proudly realized.By the time Sam came--and surely that wouldn't be many days--she would be quite transformed.

She mounted the steps and was about to ring when Mrs.Wylie herself, with stormy brow and snapping eyes, opened the door.

"Go into the parlor," she jerked out from between her unpleasant-looking receding teeth.

Susan gave her a glance of frightened wonder and obeyed.