So serve a defeat told upon her nerves.  Her feet carried her mechanically forward, every foot of her progress being a satisfactory portion of a flight which she gladly made.  Block after passed by.  Upon street-lamps at the various corners she read names such as Madison, Monroe, La Salle, Clark, Dearborn, State, and still she went, her feet beginning to tire upon the broad stone flagging.  She was pleased in part that the streets were bright and clean.  The morning sun, shining down with steadily increasing warmth, made the shady side of the streets pleasantly cool.  She looked at the blue sky overhead with more realization of its charm than had ever come to her before.

Her cowardice began to trouble her in a way.  She turned back, resolving to hunt up Storm and King and enter.  On the way she encountered a great wholesale shoe company, through the broad plate windows of which she saw an enclosed executive department, hidden by frosted glass.  Without this enclosure, but just within the street entrance, sat a haired-haired gentleman at a small table, with a large open ledger before him.  She walked by this institution several times hesitating, but finding herself unobserved, faltered past the screen door and stood humbly waiting.

“Well, young lady,” observed the old gentleman, looking at her somewhat kindly, “what is it you wish?”

“I am, that is, do you I mean, do you need any help?” she stammered.

“Not just at present,” he answered smiling.  “Not just at present.  Come in some time next week.  Occasionally we need some one.”

She received the answer in silence and backed awkwardly out.  The pleasant nature of her reception rather astonished her.  She had expected that it would be more difficult, that something cold and harsh would be said she knew not what.  That she had not been put to shame and made to feel her unfortunate position, seemed remarkable.

Somewhat encouraged, she ventured into another large structure.  It was a clothing company, and more people were in evidence well dressed men of forty and more, surrounded by brass railings.

An office boy approached her.

“Who is it you wish to see?” he asked.

“I want to see the manager,” she said.

He ran away and spoke to one of a group of three men who were conferring together.  One of these came towards her.

“Well?” he said coldly.  The greeting drove all courage from her at once.

“Do you need any help?” she stammered.

“No,” he replied abruptly, and turned upon his heel.

She went foolishly out, the office boy deferentially swinging the door for her, and gladly sank into the obscuring crowd.  It was a serve setback to her recently pleased mental state.

Now she walked quite aimlessly for a time, turning here and there, seeing one great company after another, but finding no courage to prosecute her single inquiry.  High noon came, and with it hunger.  She haunted out unassuming restaurant and entered, but was disturbed to find the prices were exorbitant for the size of her purse.  A bowl of soup was all that she could afford, and with this quickly eaten, she went out again.  It restored her strength somewhat and made her moderately bold to pursue the search.