You need it," answered Geralda, with heat.

"There's nothing wrong with me or my friends or life in good old New York." "Nothing wrong!" cried Carley.

"Listen.

Nothing wrong in you or life today--nothing for you women to make right?
You are blind as bats--as dead to living truth as if you were buried.

Nothing wrong when thousands of crippled soldiers have no homes--no money--no friends--no work--in many cases no food or bed ?...