I go there myself, because Tudor says the air of the place turns him sick: he looked as white as a ghost after his last visit, and declared he was poisoned with foul air.' 'I daresay he was right, Max; poor people have such an objection to open their windows.' 'I believe you there.

I have talked myself nearly hoarse on that subject.
Hamilton and I propose giving lectures in the schoolroom on domestic hygiene.

There is a fearful want of sanitary knowledge in women belonging to the lower class; want of cleanliness, want of ventilation, want of whitewashing, are triple evils that lead to the most lamentable results.
We cannot get people to understand the common laws of life; the air of their rooms may be musty, stagnant, and corrupt, and yet they are astonished if their children have an attack of scarlet fever or diphtheria.' I commended the notion of the lectures warmly, and asked with whom the idea had originated.
'Oh, Hamilton, of course: he is the moving spirit of everything.

We have planned the whole thing out.

There is to be a lecture every Friday evening; the first is to be on household hygiene, the sanitary condition of houses, ventilation, cleanliness, etc.