"Women who work for a living."
"And do you know the cause of their hopelessness?"
"Yes; poverty and oppression."
"Ah, but what is the cause of their poverty?"
"The greed of man."
"Oh, no; the appetite of man—whisky. Nine out of ten of those so-called wretched creatures can trace their wretchedness to drink."
"But it is not their fault."
"Oh!"
Henry was stunned. He saw what a wall he was butting against. "And is this to go on forever?" he asked.
"Yes, forever. 'The poor ye have with you always.'"