But actually, they are not one atom less moral than any other group of human beings,--in fact, thanks to their unquestionable ideals and their habit of fearless thinking, they are, I think, a good bit more so.
"While I lived in the Village," writes one shrewd man, "I heard of more impropriety and saw less of it than anywhere I've ever been!" Here is another glimpse: The casual visitor to one of the basement "shops" climbs down the steep steps and pauses at the door to look at the picture.

It is rather early, and only two customers have turned up so far.

They are sitting in deep, comfortable chairs smoking and drinking (as usual, ginger-ale).

One of the proprietors--a charmingly pretty girl--is sweeping, preparatory to the evening "trade." When her husband comes in she is going to leave him in charge and go to the Liberal Club for a dance, so she is exquisitely dressed in a peach-coloured gown, open of neck and short of sleeve.

She is slim and graceful and her bright-brown hair is cropped in the Village mode.