At first, anxious to make people feel at home, happy in my house, I permitted the keeping of a dog or a cat, and I endured babies. My Old English Bobtail Sheep-dogs lived in kennels beyond the foot of my garden. They had play fields. The tenants never came in contact with the dogs other than seeing them as we passed up the paved way in and out for our run in Beacon Hill…
Experience taught me to beware of people who were glib with references. I never asked a reference. I found that only villains offered them. There was a certain Mrs. Panquist. The woman had a position in a very reputable office. Her husband was employed in another. Her relatives were people of position, respected citizens. She gave me this voluntary information when she came to look at the flat. “It suits me,” she said. “I…
It was made for them, as surely as they were made for each other. I knew it as soon as I saw the young pair standing at my door. They knew it too the moment I opened the door of the Doll’s House. His eyes said things into hers, and her eyes said things into his. First their tongues said nothing, and then simultaneously, “It’s ours!” The key hopped into the man’s pocket and…