company." At Lola's advice she had had some pictures taken by Sarony.They had got one there.She thought of going down and buying a few copies of the paper, but remembered that there was no one she knew well enough to send them to.Only Lola, apparently, in all the world was interested.
The metropolis is a cold place socially, and Carrie soon found that a little money brought her nothing.The world of wealth and distinction was quite as far away as ever.She could feel that there was no warm, sympathetic friendship back of the easy merriment with which many approached her.All seemed to be seeking their own amusement, regardless of the possible sad consequence to others.So much for the lessons of Hurstwood and Drouet.
In April she learned that the opera would probably last until the middle or the end of May, according to the size of the audiences.
Next season it would go on the road.She wondered if she would be with it.As usual, Miss Osborne, owing to her moderate salary, was for securing a home engagement.
"They're putting on a summer play at the Casino," she announced, after figuratively putting her ear to the ground."Let's try and get in that."
"I'm willing," said Carrie.
They tried in time and were apprised of the proper date to apply again.That was May 16th.Meanwhile their own show closed May 5th.
"Those that want to go with the show next season," said the manager, "will have to sign this week."
"Don't you sign," advised Lola."I wouldn't go."
"I know," said Carrie, "but maybe I can't get anything else."