The side streets leading from it were occupied by more poor Jews and Negroes.

It was a proper locality for a man without capital to do business.

My father rented a tenement with a store in the basement.

He put in a few barrels of flour and of sugar, a few boxes of crackers, a few gallons of kerosene, an assortment of soap of the "save the coupon" brands; in the cellar, a few barrels of potatoes, and a pyramid of kindling-wood; in the showcase, an alluring display of penny candy.

He put out his sign, with a gilt-lettered warning of "Strictly Cash," and proceeded to give credit indiscriminately.