position when he found you were married. If he were my uncle, he would." Dudley laughed and kissed the pout away. He produced an afternoon paper opened at the Apartments To Let page.
"How would you like to live in Greenwich Village, Carmelita? With all the artists and writers and queer ones? Here's a place on 12th Street that sounds pretty good."
Carmelita, who had the romantic idea of the Village, shared by all the uninitiated, was interested at once. She donned her nicest Parisian gown and they walked out to Fifth Avenue and boarded a 'bus to Washington Square.
The apartment was located in a brownstone row. The exteriors of the houses were old and dingy and unprepossessing. They located the place in the advertisement, and walked up the three steps to the landing in front of the door without enthusiasm. An overalled Swede with a pipe, the janitor, answered and shuffled upstairs ahead of them to their destination. It was a furnished apartment, and the interior was unexpectedly inviting. The living-room was small and a little alcove off it served as a dining-room. In one end of the room the door opened out into a tiny kitchen and on the side another door led to a fairly good sized but badly ventilated bedroom.
Burnt orange chintz curtains at the living-
