“This are drawing-room,” she indicate, making points to Pullman-car compartment containing gas-log and French-speaking furniture. I should like to set down in such a room, but the chairs was in the way. She show me dinning-room. It contain four-plate-power table, portraits of fish on walls and shelf with several beery steins with German motto, “Drinken, Dranken, Drunken.” “This cozy room are good for small banquets,” she acknowledge. “Small banquets is oftenly the most limited,” I encouridge. She show me library. “This are called the snuggery,” she condole. I felt very congested to look at it. Folks must snug very snugly to snuggle into such a snuggery. On high top shelf was following books to show it was a library: “Pilgrum’s Progress,” “Life of John Drew,” “Bradstreet on Financial Failures,” “Blue Book of N. Y. Smarty Set.” Under table was poker chips to entertain scholars while reading. Nextly she show me kitchen. O shocks! It were size like the interior of a upright piano. Hon. Gas Stove look chilly from setting too close to Hon. Ice Box which was hot from contax with gas stove. “This Kitchen are small but comfortless,” she explain braskly. “It are slightly compressed, yet there is room for everything to cook with.” “One thing to cook with there is no room for,” I snuggest. “What should that be?” she require. “The cook,” I explain. “Smallish Japanese is capable of squeezing,” she fire back. Nextly she ope door by Kitchen and show me one dark-complexioned cubby hole to look at. “What a nice vegetable closet!” I report. “But too small, perhaps, for large cabbages.” “That are not a vegetable closet--it are a servant’s bedroom,” she develop. I would be astonished, but there was no room. Sardines gets used to living in cans, Mr Editor; so I soonly became acquainted with how to live in N. Y. flat without knock-off of elbow. It were umpossible to turn around in all rooms, but I could get out of doors by backing up. This Mrs Jinx got a husband who are a broker, but not yet broke. He come home nights long enough to change clothes and take his wife to some other Roof Garden. For conversation he complain of his debts. “Why should we live in flat we can’t afford?” he jowl, reaching across dinning-room to get a match. “Mr Husband!” report Hon. Mrs with spasma, “how could you forget to remember our position? In this house live 2 families intimately acquainted with a Trust. Also, look at our main entrance downstairs--it are a bigger waiting room than the Grand Central Station and twice as lonesome. This house got the brightest buttons, swiftest elevator and crosset janitor in New York.” Sometime Mrs Jinx have company for dinner. Her dinning-room was sifficient for 4. Therefore she ask 10. N. Y. folks is conveniently compressible, especially when fat. Folks wearing diamonds in front of them would arrive to these dinners and explain why they wasn’t at Newport. “How nicely you are situated here,” they snuggest, looking sidewise.