My husband will never let me be took to the poorhouse and kept there.
This spring it was clear that there was nothing for them but the poorhouse.
No matter if I do have t' go t' the poorhouse on account of yer shiftlessness.
He won't know whether he's runnin' a poorhouse er a hospital, will he?'
Well, didn't he come from the poorhouse, and ain't he a nobody?
He'd better have stayed where he lived, and then he'd have had a claim to go to the poorhouse.
But I wouldn't stay to be a burden—I'd go to the poorhouse first.
I saw that if anything was done to keep us out of the poorhouse I'd got to do it.
“You all speak as if the poorhouse was a gaol,” the doctor said testily.
Then they take 'm to the poorhouse, where nobody but beggars live.