But I was thinking how pretty and pleasant things used to be turning up all the time on our travels in the old days.

Why, when we were in New York here on our wedding journey the place didn't seem half so dirty as it does now, and none of these dismal things happened." "It was a good deal dirtier," he answered; "and I fancy worse in every way-hungrier, raggeder, more wretchedly housed.

But that wasn't the period of life for us to notice it.

Don't you remember, when we started to Niagara the last time, how everybody seemed middle-aged and commonplace; and when we got there there were no evident brides; nothing but elderly married people ?" "At least they weren't starving," she rebelled.
"No, you don't starve in parlor-cars and first-class hotels; but if you step out of them you run your chance of seeing those who do, if you're getting on pretty well in the forties.

If it's the unhappy who see unhappiness, think what misery must be revealed to people who pass their lives in the really squalid tenement-house streets--I don't mean picturesque avenues like that we passed through." "But we are not unhappy," she protested, bringing the talk back to the personal base again, as women must to get any good out of talk.