She is a true socialist, and, like Santa Claus, she visits the homes of the very poor and bestows gifts upon their children.
Some of the most perfect ladies I have ever met have been uneducated women living in poverty and gloom.

I do not say the most beautiful, for suffering and poverty are never beautiful.

Neither can rings of care beneath the eyes, and countless furrows upon the face be considered beautiful.

But, apart from this, I have found many personal graces and the perfection of behaviour among some of the poorest.

All this I consider more wonderful than the possession of brains, though of brains they are by no means deficient.
Have you ever noticed how pretty the healthy children of the very poor are?
I am not speaking of unhealthy and feeble children, who are all too numerous, but of the healthy; for, strange as it may appear, there are many such, even in the underworld.