Twenty-five dollars a week was what they were paying at Mrs.Marsh's.

Could they take this house and live on the same sum, after deducting the rent, and perhaps get this good-natured-looking woman to come in for a certain number of hours and help do the work?
She almost fancied that they could if they kept no regular servant.
"I think I _would_ like to see the house," she said at last, after a silent calculation and a scrutinizing look at Mrs.Kenny, who was a faded, wiry, but withal kindly-looking person, shrewd and clean,--a North of Ireland Protestant, as she afterward told Clover.

In fact, her accent was rather Scotch than Irish.
They went in.

The front door opened into a minute hall, from which another door led into a back hall with a staircase.

There was a tiny sitting-room, an equally tiny dining-room, a small kitchen, and above, two bedrooms and a sort of unplastered space, which would answer to put trunks in.