"But, look," Louise protested, "you and the Friedrichs had four rooms for sixty."
"Yes, but that was a terrible place."
"It wasn't bad."
"No, it was worse."
Lillian stood looking over her new home. Of course it's hard to judge an empty place, but any one could see that this would make up great. The living-room was square. It had two windows, two wall brackets, two outlets, and a ceiling light. Not a hanging chandelier. This place was swell. The fixture was brass and it occurred to Lillian you could put orange bulbs in it. The windows looked out on a garden court. Trees and fountains and everything. Gee, pretty.
She walked to the bedroom. It was large. Twelve feet if it was an inch. You could put the bed there, right by the windows. These windows looked out on the court, too. Even Theresa would say this was a lovely room when Lillian got through with it. The bathroom was right next door. Dandy shower. And everything so nice and sparkling white. Gee, a built-in medicine chest. Pretty snappy-looking. Of course, kitchens were just kitchens. But this one seemed a little out of the ordinary. You could see the street from its window and the gas stove was white. Lillian wasn't sure that a white gas stove was practical. Well, time would tell.
There was plenty of closet space. Two small closets and one huge one. A nice, large foyer and the whole place stippled in cream color. A peach of a place.
"And your name?" asked the renting agent.
