I've known her to help a drunken Tommy into a cab and get him home, and quiet his wife into the bargain.

I saw her once walk off out of the Monico with a boy of a subaltern, who didn't know what he was doing, and take him to her own flat, and put him to bed, and get him on to the leave-train in time in the morning.

She'd give away her last penny, and you wouldn't know she'd done it.

And yet she's not the sort of woman you'd choose to run a mother's meeting, would you, Solomon ?" "Sure thing I wouldn't," said Peter, "not in my old parish, but I'm not so sure I wouldn't in my new one." "What's your new one ?" asked Julie curiously.
"Oh, it hasn't a name," said Peter, "but it's pretty big.

Something after the style of John Wesley's parish, I reckon.