Nice-looking couple. He had a courtesy that was slightly foreign. She blushed readily and was gentle, had dainty smartness from shoes to the chic little hat that looked to have flown to the top of her head and perched there at just the right angle. In my garden she bent and sniffed, “May I have a flower?” “The madame likes flowers. You could spare her a little corner of your earth? This bit by…

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It was strange that the first and only specially built, specially lighted studio I ever owned should have been a torment for me to work in. Through the studio only could you enter my four-room flat. A tap at the door-I was caught there at my easel; I felt exposed and embarrassed as if I had been discovered in my bathtub! It was a curious agony. Possibly it was the ridicule my work had…

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The most awkward situation for the inexperienced young landlady was how to deal with “unweds.” Every apartment house gets them. They are often undiscernible, even to the experienced. One learns in time to catch on to little indications…. The supposed husband makes all arrangements, the supposed wife approving of everything. A woman who does not nose into the domestic arrangements of the place she is going to occupy gives the first hint, for a…

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