While thusly I thought Swedish gentleman in proud overalls arrive up.
“What you wish, standing there foolishly?” he require.
“Do you own this palace?” I ask to know.
“Yes,” he report peevly. “I are the Janitor.”
“I am suprised by this Matterhorn house,” I explode. “The mountainous steepness of its apartments apalls me.”
“The mountainous steepness of its rents would apall you more, if you seen them,” he explain with insulting eyebrows.
So he poke me to elevator where I was uplifted to 9 floors. Folks living in apartment house leads very up-and-down life. When they go outside they must be elevated downwards, when they return they must be vice versa. It are impossible to see how folks can be level in such home life, and yet it is.
Hon. Mrs Jinx, entirely Duchess appearing lady, meet me at doorway with Vanderbilt nose.
“This are my apartment,” she express, pointing to a hallway surrounded by expensive looking cells filled with gilty furniture, pianolas, painted portraits, rugs and mahoganish tables resembling J. P. Morgan.
“Yes,” I report. “This are your apartment—but where is your home?”