She lets the tongs fall with a jangling shock, and then begins vivaciously to talk to me about the people of the neighborhood.
"There's everything here.

No need to go to Paris, nor even so much as abroad.

This part; it's a little world cut out on the pattern of the others," she adds, proudly, wagging her worn-out head.

"There aren't many of them who've got the wherewithal and they're not of much account.

Puppets, if you like, yes.