"Other cities put on their best clothes in summer, but New York seems to sit in its shirtsleeves." Her eyes wandered down one of the side-streets.
"Someone has had the humanity to plant a few trees over there.

Let us go into the shade." "I am glad my street meets with your approval," said Selden as they turned the corner.
"Your street?
Do you live here ?" She glanced with interest along the new brick and limestone house-fronts, fantastically varied in obedience to the American craving for novelty, but fresh and inviting with their awnings and flower-boxes.
"Ah, yes--to be sure: THE BENEDICK.

What a nice-looking building! I don't think I've ever seen it before." She looked across at the flat-house with its marble porch and pseudo-Georgian facade.

"Which are your windows?
Those with the awnings down ?" "On the top floor--yes." "And that nice little balcony is yours?
How cool it looks up there!" He paused a moment.

"Come up and see," he suggested.