Rushington built it--he made his money in fertilizers, and the one next with the green tiles belongs to Hanly, the tobacco trust fellow, you know, and this whopper on the next square is where Albertson lives.
He made his pile out of railroad stocks--he's one of the banking firm of Albertson, Jacobstein, Moss & Company.

Awfully clever fellows, but too tricky for me, I give them a wide berth when I go out to do business--" "But where are the old people--the people I used to know ?" "Oh, they're scattered about everywhere, but they haven't got most of the money.

A lot of 'em live up here, and a lot are down in Franklin Street in the same old houses." "Tell me about Cousin Jimmy." "He's up here, too.

Pussy planned that red brick house with the green shutters next door to us.

I reckon Jimmy is about as prosperous as is good for him, but he's getting on.