The mother of the little boy, so she explained to him, was married to one of the burnishers in the factory; the other woman was her sister.
Geary showed them about the little house, very eager to secure them as tenants then and there.

He began to sing its praises, its nearness to the factory, its excellent plumbing, its bathroom and its one stationary washstand; its little garden and its location on the sunny side of the street.

"I'm a good landlord," he said to them, as he ushered them into the kitchen.

"Any one in the row will tell you that.

I make it a point to keep my houses in good repair and to keep them clean.