'Papa, it is in the east part of the city, not very far from the river.
Fulton Market is not very far off either, which is convenient.'
'Who lives here?' asked the colonel, with a gathering frown on his brow.
'I know none of the people; nor even their names.'
'Of course not! but you know, I suppose, what sort of people they are?'
'They are plain people, papa; they are not of our class. They seem to be decent people.'
'Decent? What do you mean by decent?'
'Papa, I mean not disorderly people; not disreputable. And is not that enough for us, papa? Oh, papa, does it matter what the people are, so long as our house is nice and pretty and warm, and the low rent just relieves us from all our difficulties? Papa, do be pleased with it! I think it is the very best thing we could have done.'
'Esther, there are certain things that one owes to oneself.'
'Yes, sir; but must we not pay our debts to other people first?'
'Debts? We were not in debt to anybody!'