There is a little yard in front, with an elm tree and a rose-bush, and plenty of space for flowers." "I can't recall the house exactly," said Gabriella thoughtfully.

"It must be in a row, isn't it?
I have a vague recollection of some old houses, with fronts of stuccoed pilasters, and rather nice yards.

But West Twenty-third Street is too far away, dear.

I don't like the neighbourhood.

Wouldn't you rather be in Park Avenue ?" Her ignorance of New York, though she had lived there seventeen years, amazed Fanny, who was a true child of the city.
"Carlie Herndon lives in that row, mother"-- Carlie Herndon, the daughter of a distinguished and unpopular novelist, was Fanny's best friend for the moment--"and I could always go out with her in the evening." "It isn't the location I should have liked, Fanny," said Gabriella, weakly yielding, as she always yielded to her daughter; "but if you really fancy the house, I'll try to look at it on my way home to-morrow.
One has to be very careful about the plumbing in these old houses.