When they were alone, the two sisters began a somewhat freer conversation, Carrie interrupting it to hum a little, as they worked at the dishes.
“I should like to walk up and see Halstead Street, if it isn’t too far,” said Carrie, after a time. “Why don’t we go to the theatre to-night?”
“Oh, I don’t think Sven would want to go to-night,” returned Minnie. “He has to get up so early.”
“He wouldn’t mind—he’d enjoy it,” said Carrie.
“No, he doesn’t go very often,” returned Minnie.
“Well, I’d like to go,” rejoined Carrie. “Let’s you and me go.”
Minnie pondered a while, not upon whether she could or would go—for that point was already negatively settled with her—but upon some means of diverting the thoughts of her sister to some other topic.
“We’ll go some other time,” she said at last, finding no ready means of escape.
Carrie sensed the root of the opposition at once.
“I have some money,” she said. “You go with me.” Minnie shook her head.