As they walked on it grew narrower and dirtier, and the houses became tenement houses only.
"Do, for pity's sake, hurry and get out of here," said Joy, daintily holding up her dress.

Gypsy walked on and said nothing.

Red-faced women in ragged dresses began to cluster on the steps; muddy-faced children screamed and quarreled in the road.

At the door of a large tenement building, somewhat neater than the rest, but miserable enough, Gypsy stopped.
"What are you stopping for ?" said Joy.
"This is where she lives." _"Here ?"_ "I just guess she does," put in a voice from behind; it was Winnie, who had followed them on tiptoe, unknown to them, all the way.

"She's got a funny quirk in her back, 'n' she lies down pretty much.