Guiding in a Welsh Workhouse *Reprinted by permission of the Author and of the Editor of the Parents' Review

Matron, and I turned away hot with shame only to meet a terrible help ess orm in a chair that leered at me, another came up and gazed into mine with her PO?r> senseless, entreating face, tried to pick a white thread off my stocking, and te and I had to pick her up. Two rooms and a courtyard?their world. There for life. Ages seventeen to thirty-six. Twenty-nine of them of every shape and kind, from the v^ry nicest girls that one could meet anywhere, to the most dreadful creatures that one could not look on twice.