Those that don't like it don't have to live in it.

Who are they?
What's the matter with it, I'd like to know ?" The question in just this form had been up a number of times before, and had been handled in just this manner, or passed over entirely with a healthy Irish grin.

To-night, however, it was destined for a little more extended thought.
"You know it's bad, papa," corrected Aileen, firmly.

"Now what's the use getting mad about it?
It's old and cheap and dingy.

The furniture is all worn out.