I think it is wicked neglect, criminal neglect in us to ignore this fact." "It is, it is," said Mrs.Montague, in a despairing voice.

"I can't help feeling it.

Tell me something I can do to help some one." Mrs.Morris sank back in her chair, her face very sad, and yet with something like pleasure in her eyes as she looked at her caller.

"Your washerwoman," she said, "has a drunken husband and a cripple boy.

I have often seen her standing over her tub, washing your delicate muslins and laces, and dropping tears into the water." "I will never send her anything more she shall not be troubled," said Mrs.Montague, hastily.
Mrs.Morris could not help smiling.