“Is that a paper?” said Carrie.
“Yes,” said the clerk, marvelling at such ignorance of a common fact. “You can get it at the news-stands,” he added politely, seeing how pretty the inquirer was.
Carrie proceeded to get the “Clipper,” and tried to find the agents by looking over it as she stood beside the stand. This could not be done so easily. Thirteenth Street was a number of blocks off, but she went back, carrying the precious paper and regretting the waste of time.
Hurstwood was already there, sitting in his place.
“Where were you?” he asked.
“I’ve been trying to find some dramatic agents.”
He felt a little diffident about asking concerning her success. The paper she began to scan attracted his attention.
“What have you got there?” he asked.
“The ‘Clipper.’ The man said I’d find their addresses in here.”
“Have you been all the way over to Broadway to find that out? I could have told you.”