There is Doris, the dancer, slim, strange, agile, with a genius for the centre of the Bohemian stage, an expert, exotic style of dancing, and a singular and touching passion for her only child.

At the Greenwich masquerades she used to shine resplendent, her beautiful, lithe body glorious with stage-jewels, and not much else; for the time being she has flitted away, but some day she will surely return like a darkly brilliant butterfly, and the Village will again thrill to her dancing.

There is Hyppolite, the anarchist, dark and fervid; there is "Bobby" Edwards, the Village troubadour, with his self-made and self-decorated _ukelele_, and his cat, Dirty Joe; there is Charlie-immortal barber!--whose trade is plied in sublime accordance with Village standards, and whose "ad" runs as follows: "The only barber shop in the Village where work is done conforming to its ideals....

Four barbers in attendance supervised by the popular boy-proprietor--CHARLIE." There is Peggy, the artist's model, who has posed for almost every artist of note, and who is as pretty as a pink carnation.
There is Tiny Tim--of immense proportions--who keeps the Tiny Tim Candy Shop; an impressive person who carries trays of candy about the Village, and who swears that he has sweets to match your every mood.
"If they don't express your character, I'll take them back!" he declares.

Though how he could take them back....