My husband will never let me be took to the poorhouse and kept there.
Then they take 'm to the poorhouse, where nobody but beggars live.
No matter if I do have t' go t' the poorhouse on account of yer shiftlessness.
The other members of the poorhouse had scanty faith in that red flannel.
Well, didn't he come from the poorhouse, and ain't he a nobody?
All around was the fog, thin as poorhouse gruel so fur, but thickenin' every minute.
But I wouldn't stay to be a burden—I'd go to the poorhouse first.
I was nursed in a poorhouse and brought up in a hut on the Campagna.
“You all speak as if the poorhouse was a gaol,” the doctor said testily.
Whether he goes to the poorhouse or not, he goes out of that house of mine to-morrer.