But, miserable as it appears, your fellow-creatures live in it.
EMILIA.
They have reason to complain.
DR. BARTLETT.
Think you so? No. They are happy to have such an house. How many are there who have scarcely a covering to sleep under; and who, when it begins to be dark, benumbed with rain and cold, know not where to sleep.
EMILIA.
I am distressed. Ah, if all men were as well provided for as I am, that would quench the thirst of wishing.—But I see a poor boy, perhaps he is looking for a shelter.
DR. BARTLETT.
Very possibly.
He shall sleep this night under a roof, said Emilia, as she ran to give the boy something. I really pitied him, and gave him a trifle. The poor fellow looked pleased. How happy are the rich that they can give to the poor!