"No."
"Und you vouldn't vant to be a servant?"
"Why not?"
"Because that's vorse nor a shirtvaist-factory."
"Then I wouldn't want to be a servant."
Again the man extended his hands.
"Vell?" he said.
"But I knew one girl that went into a house," affirmed Carrie, "and I wouldn't do that for a fortune."
Her practical manner might have disconcerted most men, but this man's business had accustomed him to all forms of rejoinder. He immediately began an endeavor to persuade her by economic arguments.
But Carrie interrupted him.