I sat chatting for a few minutes.
'Come again, deary,' she said as I rose to go; 'it's gey dull sitting here the day through.'" The article in which these, among other descriptions, occurred was closed with the following: "Passing out of the slums into the streets of the town, only a few steps separating the horror and the beauty, I felt, with a vividness more intense than ever, the fearful contrasts between the lots of men; and with more pressing urgency the question seemed to ring in my ears, 'Is there no remedy?
Must there always be rich and poor ?' Some say that it must be so; that the palace and the slum will for ever exist as the light and the shadow.

Not so do I believe.

I believe that the poverty is the result of ignorance and of bad social arrangements, and that therefore it may be eradicated by knowledge and by social change.

I admit that for many of these adult dwellers in the slums there is no hope.

Poor victims of a civilisation that hides its brutality beneath a veneer of culture and of grace, for them individually there is, alas! no salvation.