There seems to be something in the human habitation that corrupts the natures of those who deal in it, to buy or sell it, to hire or let it.

You go to an agent and tell him what kind of a house you want.

He has no such house, and he sends you to look at something altogether different, upon the well-ascertained principle that if you can't get what you want you will take what you can get.

You don't suppose the 'party' that took our house in Boston was looking for any such house?
He was looking for a totally different kind of house in another part of the town." "I don't believe that!" his wife broke in.
"Well, no matter.

But see what a scandalous rent you asked for it." "We didn't get much more than half; and, besides, the agent told me to ask fourteen hundred." "Oh, I'm not blaming you, Isabel.