Strange again, I get no begging letters from them, though I do from others who are better placed.

I declare it to be wonderful! This endurance and patience of London's miserably paid women.

I tell you that I am the happiest man alive! Why?
Because during the present year a thousand of my poor friends from the underworld came up for a time and had a fortnight, a whole fortnight's rest each with food and comfort in a beautiful rest home by the sea.

For kind friends have enabled me to build one for them and for them alone! And I was there sometimes to see, and it was good for me.

So Mrs.Holmes and myself make frequent visits to the rest home, and every time we visit it we become more and more convinced that not only is it a "Palace Beautiful," but that it is also a joy to the slave women who have the good fortune to spend a holiday (all too short) in it.
Gloom cannot enter "Singholm" or, if it does enter, it promptly and absolutely disappears.