It was so with the vast railroad yards, with the crowded array of vessels she saw at the river, and the huge factories over the way, lining the water’s edge.  Through the open windows she could see the figures of men and women in working aprons, moving busily about.  The great streets were wall-lined mysterious to her; the vast offices, strange mazes which concerned far-off individuals of importance.  She could only think of people connected with them as counting money, dressing magnificently, and riding in carriages.  What they dealt in, how they labored, to what end it all came, she had only the vaguest conception.

It was all wonderful, all vast, all far removed, and she sank in spirit inwardly and fluttered feebly at the heart as she though of entering any one of these mighty concerns and asking for something to do something that she could do anything.

Chapter III WE QUESTION OF FORTUNE:  FOUR-FIFTY A WEEK

Once across the river and into the wholesale district she glanced about her for some likely door at which to apply.  As she contemplated the wide windows and imposing signs, she became conscious of being gazed upon and understood for what she was a wage seeker.  She had never done this thing before, and lacked courage.  To avoid a certain indefinable shame she felt at being caught spying about for a position, she quickened her steps and assumed an air of indifference supposedly common to one upon an errand.  In this way she passed many manufacturing and wholesale houses without once glancing in.  At last, after several blocks of walking, she felt that this would not do, and began to look about again though without relaxing her pace.  A little way on she saw a great door which, for some reason, attracted her attention.  It was ornamented by a small brass sign, and seemed to be the entrance to a vast hive of six or seven floors. " Perhaps,” she though, “they may went some one,” and crossed over to enter.  When she came within a score of feet of the desired goal, she saw through the window a young man in a gray checked suit.  That he had anything to do with the concern, she could not tell but because he happened to be looking in her direction her weakening heart misgave her and she hurried by, too overcome with shame to enter.  Over the way stood a great six-story structure, labeled Storm and King, which she viewed with rising hope.  It was a wholesale dry goods concern and employed women.  She could see them moving about now and then upon the upper floors.  This place she decided to enter, no matter what.  She crossed over and walked directly toward the entrance.  As she did so, two men came out and paused in the door.  A telegraph messenger in blue dashed past her and up the few steps that led to the entrance and disappeared.  Several pedestrians out of the hurrying throng which filled the sidewalks passed about her as she paused, hesitating.  She looked helplessly around, and then, seeing herself observed, retreated.  It was too difficult a task.  She could not go past them.