"The front room gets some sunshine in the afternoon, doesn't it ?" "It's a horrid street.

I don't want to live there," wailed Fanny, who had rebelled from the beginning against her fallen fortunes.

"I got my white shoes dirty, and there were banana peels all about.

A man has a fruit-stand in the bottom of our house.

Don't let's go there to live, mother." "You'll have to wear black shoes now, darling, and you mustn't mind the fruit-stand.