If there's anything in these microbe fairy stories we'll all die early.

You might as well know the worst:--they do light housekeeping on the third floor and the smell of onions is what I call annoying.

Oh, that's all right; what's a match between friends! The last man who had your office--you've taken sixty-six ?--well, he always got his matches here, and touched me occasionally for a pink photo of George Washington--stamp, ha! ha! see! He was real nice and when his wife dropped in to see him one day and I was sitting in there joshing him and carrying on, he was that painfully embarrassed! I guess she made him move; but, Lord, they have to bribe tenants to get 'em in here.

To crawl up one flight of that stairway you have to be a mountain climber.

I only stay because the work's so congenial and it's a quiet place for reading, and all the processions pass here.