"I wish she would supervise my place into order. Have you any printed
directions?"
"Yes. I don't think they would do you much good, but I will bring them
to you."
He did not offer to bring the Supervisor to me, or to take me to her. As
I got acquainted with the affairs of the institution, I found that she
was emphatically super to all of them except her own housekeeping. She
had brilliancy enough to look after that, and see that it was done well.
She had the ability, and she exercised it, to come or send down when her
parlor, which was directly over the prisoners' kitchen, was too cold, to
have the furnace door shut, or if it was too warm, to have it opened.
About a week after I went there she came in, probably my repeated
inquiries had been reported to her, and gave me an order to have a room
cleaned in the attic of the prison. It was one morning when we were in
the midst of house-cleaning with a gang of men whitewashing in the
prison.