"She's just as well able to bring up the coal as I."
"That's so! that's so!" came from three or four other voices.
"Stop! every one! It is the order that Allen is not to bring up coal;
you have nothing to say about it."
The others were silenced.
"O'Sullivan, will you bring up a bucket of coal?"
"I'm not going to bring up her coal; she's as well able to fetch it up
as I."
"You will do just what I tell you! Go now and bring a bucket of coal!"
She started, after looking me in the eye a few seconds to see whether
she could succeed if she attempted to disobey.
"When you come back I will talk with you about it."
I must have prompt obedience. I saw that her condition, that of
motherhood, required consideration.