Poor things! They were ignorant of the way to control themselves. They had few to teach them in it, and none to help them in their personal efforts to overcome the evil dispositions so long indulged in.
That night, when I went into the hospital, for the closing inspection, the nurse was grumbling about the trouble one of the women had given her.
"Indeed, ma'am, this is the awfullest place a woman can get into!"
I thought I would give her a hint that it was her own misdoings that brought her there.
"What brought you in here, Mary?" I asked.
"I made my fingers too nimble with a man's pocket-book."
"You did! then you don't deserve a very good place, do you?"
"I have got my pay for it."
"How came you to do such a thing?"
"He left some money with me to keep, and I did keep it so as he couldn't get it again. He got drunk, and I thought perhaps he wouldn't remember it again."