R. M. Ballantyne,
Dusty Diamonds Cut and Polished…
“ She had failed to obtain employment, and took the children away to apply for admission to a casual ward.”“What is a casual ward, Mr Missionary?” asked Di.“Seaward, my love,—his name is not Missionary,” said Sir Richard.“A casual ward,” answered the visitor, “is an exceedingly plain room with rows of very poor beds; mere wooden frames with canvas stretched on them, in which any miserable beggars who choose to submit to the rules may sleep for a night after eating a bit of bread and a basin of gruel—for all which they pay nothing. ”
