She has had no training; and evidently she hasn't been properly fed, and she isn't strong.

What I think is that she's the kind of orphan for whom homes for orphans were created," he said with the air of one who has weighed the matter very carefully.
"Yes, sir," said Pollyooly in somewhat unhappy assent.
"At a home they would feed her up, give her open air exercise, and get her strong.

Then they would train her to become the accomplished wife of one of our empire-builders in--er--er--in Canada, or British Columbia, or Rhodesia.

And when she reached the marriageable age, they would export her and marry her to him.

I think that that would suit her much better than being an independent, ill-paid worker in London." Pollyooly considered his words carefully, frowning deeply.