It was a street of which any city might be justly proud.

Only two or three houses jarred the artistic sense.
These were built by men who grew rich so suddenly and unexpectedly that their sense of the grotesque became abnormal.

It is an interesting fact to note that the children of this class become immediately seized with a species of insanity, an insanity which urges them on the one hand to buy newspapers with dollar-bills, and on the other to treat their parents with scant respect.

Sudden riches have, it would seem, but two generations: the parent who accumulates and the son who spends.
The Warrington home (manor was applied to but few houses in town) stood back from the street two hundred feet or more, on a beautiful natural terrace.

The lawn was wide and crisp and green, and the oak trees were the envy of many.