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"To Market, to Market / To buy a Plum Bun; / Home again, Home again, / Market is done. "
Opal Street, as streets go, is no jewel of the first water. It is merely an imitation, and none too good at that. Narrow, unsparkling, uninviting, it stretches meekly off from dull Jefferson Street to the dingy, drab market which forms the north side of Oxford Street. It has no mystery, no allure, either of exclusiveness or of downright depravity; its usages are plainly significant -- an unpretentious little street lined with unpretentious little houses, inhabited for the most part by unpretentious little people.