I hadt a room oap in Creenvidge Willage, among dose pig pugs over on the West Side, and I foundt"-- Liudau's voice lost its jesting quality, and his face darkened--"that I was beginning to forget the boor!" "I should have thought," said March, with impartial interest, "that you might have seen poverty enough, now and then, in Greenwich Village to remind you of its existence." "Nodt like here," said Lindau.

"Andt you must zee it all the dtime--zee it, hear it, smell it, dtaste it--or you forget it.

That is what I gome here for.

I was begoming a ploated aristograt.

I thought I was nodt like these beople down here, when I gome down once to look aroundt; I thought I must be somethings else, and zo I zaid I better take myself in time, and I gome here among my brothers--the becears and the thiefs!" A noise made itself heard in the next room, as if the door were furtively opened, and a faint sound of tiptoeing and of hands clawing on a table.
"Thiefs!" Lindau repeated, with a shout.