All the fault of the writers who got us wrong in the first place, and handed on the wrong impression to the world...." The studio quarters of the Village are located in various places--the South Side of Washington Square, the little lost courts and streets and corners everywhere, and--Macdougal Alley, Washington Mews, and the new, rather stately structures on Eighth Street, which are almost too grand for real artists and yet which have attracted more than a few nevertheless.

I suppose that the Alley,--jutting off from the famous street named for Alexander Macdougal,--is the best known.
I remember that once, some years ago, I was hurrying, by a short cut, from Eighth Street to Waverly Place, and saw something which made me stop short in amazement.

As unexpectedly as though it had suddenly sprung there, I beheld a little street running at right angles from me, parallel with Eighth, but ending, like a _cul de sac_, in houses like those with which it was edged.

It was a quaint and foreign-looking little street and seemed entirely out of place in New York,--and especially out of place plunged like that into the middle of a block.
But that was not the oddest part of it.

In that street stood talking a girl in gorgeous Spanish dress and a man in Moorish costume.