"I am not seeking a quarrel, but I do want to see how the people feel about the payment of their rents." "Say mister, look down into that valley there," the stranger began.

"See all them houses--they're the little houses o' the poor.

See how smooth the land is?
Who built them houses?
Who cleaned that land?
Was it Mr.
Livingston?
By hokey nettie! I guess not.

The men who live there built the houses an' cleaned the land.

We ain't got nothin' else--not a dollar! It's all gone to the landlord.