"Take care, or you'll get run over.
Now turn down here." They entered a narrow and dirty street, with unsightly houses on each side.
"This ain't a very nice-looking street," said Ida.
"Why isn't it ?" demanded her companion, roughly.
"Why, it's narrow, and the houses don't look nice." "What do you think of that house there ?" asked Mrs.Hardwick, pointing to a dilapidated-looking structure on the right-hand side of the street.
"I shouldn't like to live there," answered Ida.
"You wouldn't, hey?
You don't like it so well as the house you live in in New York ?" "No, not half so well." The nurse smiled.
"Wouldn't you like to go in, and look at the house ?" "Go in and look at the house ?" repeated Ida.

"Why should we ?" "You must know there are some poor families living there that I am interested in," said Mrs.Hardwick, who appeared amused at something.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you that it is our duty to help the poor ?" "Oh, yes, but won't it be late before we get to the lady ?" "No, there's plenty of time.

You needn't be afraid of that.

There's a poor man living in this house that I've made a good many clothes for, first and last." "He must be much obliged to you," said Ida.
"We're going up to see him now," said her companion.

"Take care of that hole in the stairs." Somewhat to Ida's surprise, her guide, on reaching the first landing, opened a door without the ceremony of knocking, and revealed a poor, untidy room, in which a coarse, unshaven man was sitting, in his shirt sleeves, smoking a pipe.
"Hello!" exclaimed this individual, jumping up.