Innumerable children are playing in the gutter or on the pavements, and the whole place teems with life.

We observe that the houses are all alike, the shops excepted.

They stand three-storey high; there are nine rooms in each house.

We look in vain for bright windows and for clean and decent curtains.
Every room seems occupied, for there is no card in any window announcing "furnished apartments." The street is too well known to require advertisement, consequently the "furnished apartments" are seldom without tenants.
The street is a cave of Adullam to which submerged married couples resort when their own homes, happy or otherwise, are broken up.
We notice that it is many days since the doors and window-frames of the different houses made acquaintance with the painter.

We notice that all doors stand open, for it is nobody's business to answer a knock, friendly or otherwise.