Seven rooms and a bath would be more than the largest and genteelest family would know what to do with.

They wouldn't know what to do with the bath, anyway." His monologue seemed to interest his wife apart from the satirical point it had for themselves.

"You ought to get Mr.Fulkerson to let you work some of these New York sights up for Every Other Week, Basil; you could do them very nicely." "Yes; I've thought of that.

But don't let's leave the personal ground.
Doesn't it make you feel rather small and otherwise unworthy when you see the kind of street these fellow-beings of yours live in, and then think how particular you are about locality and the number of bellpulls?
I don't see even ratchets and speaking-tubes at these doors." He craned his neck out of the window for a better look, and the children of discomfort cheered him, out of sheer good feeling and high spirits.

"I didn't know I was so popular.