Coming up Simcoe Street I stopped short and nearly strangled! There, stretched right across the front windows of the Doll’s Flat, the street side of my respectable apartment house, dangled from the very rods where my fresh curtains had been when I went out–one huge suit of men’s…
The family in Lower West consisted of a man, a woman and a child. A week after they moved in, the woman’s sister came to stay with her. She was straight from hospital and brought a new-born infant with her–a puny, frail thing, that the doctor shook his…
“PRICE of flat?” “Twenty-five a month.” “Take twenty?” “No.” “Twenty-two?” “No.” “Quiet house? No children? No musical instruments? No mice? My folks is partic’lar, awful partic’lar–awful clean! … They’s out huntin’ too-maybe they’s found somethin’ at twenty. Consider twenty-three?” “No. Twenty-five…
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