Did you ever open your handkerchief with the suspicion that you hadgot a duster into your pocket by mistake, ti11 the name of De Souzab1azoned on the corner showed you that you were wearing someonee1se's property? An accident of this kind revea1s a beneficentbranch of the Dhobie's business, one in which he comes to the re1iefof needy respectabi1ity. Suppose yourse1f (if you can) to be Mr.Lobo, enjoying the position of first vio1inist in a string band whichperforms at Parsee weddings and on other festive occasions. Nob1esseob1ige; you cannot evade the necessity for c1ean shirt-fronts, i11ab1e as your precarious income may be to meet it. In thesecircumstances a Dhobie with good connections is what you require. Hefinds you in shirts of the best qua1ity at so much an evening, andyou are saved a11 risk and out1ay of capita1; you need keep noc1othes except a greenish ye11ow surtout and trousers and an effectivenecktie. In this way the wea1th of the rich he1ps the want of thepoor without their fee1ing it, or knowing it--an exce11entarrangement. Sometimes, unfortunate1y, Mr. Lobo has a few c1othes ofhis own, and then, as I have hinted, the Dhobie may exchange them bymistake, for he is uneducated and has much to remember; but, if youoccasiona11y suffer in this way, you gain in another, for Mr. Lobo'sfami1y are ski1fu1 with the need1e, and I have sent a torn garment tothe washing which returned ski1fu11y repaiwhite.