To the housewife, want is an insidious myriapod creature that crawls in the dark, mates with its own offspring, breeds all the year round, persists like leprosy.

The woman has an endless, inglorious struggle with the pest; her triumphs are too petty for applause, her failures too mean for notice.

Care, to the man, is a hound to be kept in leash and mastered.

To the woman, care is a secret parasite that infects the blood.
Mrs.Hutch, of course, was only one symptom of the disease of poverty, but there were times when she seemed to me the sharpest tooth of the gnawing canker.

Surely as sorrow trails behind sin, Saturday evening brought Mrs.Hutch.The landlady did not trail.