Minerva was intact, but a blackish streak descended unpleasantly from her forehead to the point of her straight nose, and a few other streaks were sketched in a repellent dinge upon the folds of her drapery.
"That must be from soot," said Lucy.

"There are so many houses around here." "Anyhow, somebody ought to see that these statues are kept clean.

My grandfather owns a good many of these houses, I guess, for renting.
Of course, he sold most of the lots--there aren't any vacant ones, and there used to be heaps of 'em when I was a boy.

Another thing I don't think he ought to allow a good many of these people bought big lots and they built houses on 'em; then the price of the land kept getting higher, and they'd sell part of their yards and let the people that bought it build houses on it to live in, till they haven't hardly any of 'em got big, open yards any more, and it's getting all too much built up.

The way it used to be, it was like a gentleman's country estate, and that's the way my grandfather ought to keep it.