Katie led the way and lit the lamp, which threw a kindly light over the neat, bare room, with its stiff wooden chairs, its oilcloth-covered table, and the lithograph of Our Lady of the Rosary tacked against the room door. A gas-stove, a cot, a bureau, and a screened-off sink completed the furnishings.
"I'm just gettin' a bite of supper," she said, before she asked the cause of Carrie's visit. "You'd better have some."
"No, thank you," replied the caller, with her careful night-school inflection. "I had mine early."
Katie looked at the speaker, whose round cheeks seemed drawn in a new determination, and whose jaw was swollen as if from a blow.
"How did you get through so early, Carrie?" she inquired.
The little Lithuanian's eyes sparkled.
"We've done it," she said.
"Done what?"
"Gone out."
"Struck?"