hanced to be Sunday-as he walked with Johnson before church time about the tangle of struggling building enterprise that constituted the rising urban di

s somehow," said Mr. Polly. "Too much bloo

or a first-class place in London-take almost nothin

eavy," said

ter class

ink of investing your

o the idea of havi

it. Give you nearly twenty pounds

in that light," said

of things you co

ldn't feel sure of. I'm no sort o

do that if

style,

st egg," s

de an indete

ew out in a speculative tone. Mr. Polly,

gage," said Johnson. "Very

t till the O' Man's underground,"

ner that led towa

d Johnson, "than put

Mr. Polly. But afterwards it developed. It fell into

't in a bad posit

r; "windows and fittings to suit tenant," a board at the end of the row promised; and behind was the door space and a glimpse of stairs going up to the living rooms above. "Not a bad position," said Johnson, and led the way into t

e always look a bit

e opposite side of the way the side door of a flourishing little establishment opened, and a man and his wife and a little boy in a sailor suit came into the street. The wife was a pretty woman in brown with a floriferous straw hat, and the group was altogether very Sundayfied and

etween Mr. Johnson and thi

ch already?"

ields to Little Dorin

ant walk,"

said M

enjoy it," sa

they went on. "Came here with nothing-practically, f

ourse," said Johnson,

tween the cousi

"and some another.... For a man who stick