The altar of this place was the "sink," a tankof stone, revolting to a refined touch, grease-filmed and unpleasantto see, and above this was a tap for cold water, so arranged thatwhen the water descended it splashed and wetted whoever had turnedit on. This tap was our water supply. And in such a place youmust fancy a little old woman, rather incompetent and very gentle,a soul of unselfishness and sacrifice, in dirty clothes, all comefrom their original colors to a common dusty dark gray, in worn... read more
