apartment house, some forty families, and I assure you I do not know a soul among them."
He looked at her with a puzzled air, and she continued, "Sometimes it does seem rather hard. One day the people on the same landing with us, lost one of their children, and I should never have been a whit the wiser, if my cook hadn't happened to mention it. The servants all know each other; they meet in the back elevator, and get acquainted. I don't encourage it. You can't tell what kind of families they belong to."
"But surely," the Altrurian persisted, "you have friends in the city whom you think of as your neighbors?"
"No, I can't say that I have," said Mrs. Makely. "I have my visiting list, but I shouldn't think of anybody on that as a neighbor."
The Altrurian looked so blank and baffled that I could hardly help laughing. "Then I should not know how to explain Altruria to you, I'm afraid."
"Well," she returned lightly, "if it's anything like neighborliness, as I've seen it in small places, deliver me from it! I like being independent. That's why I like the city. You're let alone."
