AMONG THE LAUNDRY-GIRLS. CHAPTER I.WHY AND HOW I BECAME ONE OF THEM. THE laundry question is like the domestic servant problem. It interests everyone in all classes of society. If it is true that “civilised man cannot live without cooks,” it is equally true that he cannot do without a laundress. Indeed, a man’s happiness…

Chapter XIII Room for Contemporaries The corridors were lined with trunks and alive with girls flying in and out of their rooms. Here was one lifting a tray of crisp white ruffles. There another unfolding herself cautiously from a prolonged investigation of the deepest recesses rose with a pile of books tottering on one arm….

A DAY WITH THE FLOWER-GIRLS. “VIOLETS, sweet violets! A penny a bunch!” From ten o’clock in the morning until the first hour of midnight this cry of the flower-sellers may be heard in the London streets. It usually issues from female throats, although occasionally the clamour is reinforced by a masculine voice, which, however, could…