I began to look about me and see little t rong  tc ugly locks; and t looked as t, if you turned them,

    ring bells. And finally it broke upon me t ter all; t it lemans  to ures and looking-glasses on to  t no o mad it s  and self.

    And I cant say er all.

    I sep, t stumbled. ts were o walk in.

    Come on, said Nurse Spiller, giving me a prod.

    ? asked t the doors.

    Fourteen. here we are.

    All ttle plates screo topped at one of t a key to turned it. t it on a c.

    took us into  a proper room, but   top, t let in lig, but ts o, along  ting dressed. One bed was bare.

    to be yours, said Nurse Spiller, taking me to it. It . ts our questionable ladies. try a queer trick  it. S you, Nurse Bacon?

    t room. O t made  and pink, like sausages—an unlucky ailment, I suppose, for someone o rub ten. S all they had,

    Young, aint you?

    Sixteen, said the dark nurse.

    Seventeen, I said.

    Sixteen? e s  for Betty. Look ty!  your age. I s of stairs. I s neat y?

    So a  t fat stomac  first; but  a simpleton. S me in a troubled sort of  later t t, and  of c—ter of a very grand family.

    S a fe my feet—as if to see for  be, really. At last one of tly,

    Dont mind tty. to provoke you.

    o you? said Nurse Spiller at once.

    t, and very pale in t my eye, then glanced away as if ashamed.

    S I looked at  Betty, and at tood, gazing at not t, for all I kne be so many maniacs; and o make a bed among t