that I can only say further how much
I am, dear Mrs. Senior,
your faithful & grateful servt.
Florence Nightingale
N.B.
By a strange coincidence, (if there are such things,) I receieved
while I was writing this a letter from an old friend
who was out with me in the Crimea & whom I have
not seen for 17 or 18 years, asking for advise &
Workhouse work: Miss Jebbett (you may recognize the
name, as having been with he sister & brother-in-law,
Mr. Paget, M.P., washed from a rock at Filey by a wave into
the sea. Mr. & Mrs. Paget were drowned: she was saved). Her idea seems to be: but she asks for advice: to do something
for Workhouse girls out of place: who, she fancies, "cannot
return to the Workhouse". [I thought the mischief was that they