"You can go, Mary, and I hope you will never do so mean and foolish a
thing as to mimic a Matron again."
"I never will, and I shall always remember this kindness in you."
I never knew her to require reproof again, while I was in the
institution. It was like the experience I had with every other prisoner.
There are, undoubtedly, those who return kindness with ingratitude, but
I never saw the kindness fail to produce good behavior while there.
The long day's work, the night vigils, and the damp, noisome air of the
prison, were telling upon my health. I was getting an intermittent
pulse; chills and fainting every other morning.
I asked the Housekeeper to let me have a cup of tea at half past six.
Unless I took it then, I was obliged to wait another hour, because I
must attend to giving out the breakfast of the prisoners. In doing that
duty I was made a three hours and a half watch before I had anything to
eat in the morning. She had given her permission for me to have it; and
I had availed myself of the privilege.
One morning after setting my women about the work I wished to have done,
while I was gone, I went in to breakfast.
Supervisor arose about that time, and made the important discovery, to
her, that the fire had gone out in her furnace, and her parlor was cold.
This was in May, consequently the weather was not very inclement.
Her parlor was directly over the prisoners' kitchen; her front door over
the kitchen door. The steps that led up to her apartments went past our
windows. She often ran down these steps, and looked in the window to
give an order about the furnace. This morning she did so, and, not
seeing me, inquired where I was.
"Gone in to breakfast," was the reply.
Annie O'Brien, who had charge of the furnace, brought me the order as
soon as I went in.
"Shall I have time to do it?" she asked.
"No; it wants but eight minutes of breakfast time. It will take all of
that time to "dish up" your mush, and get your coffee ready. It will
take half an hour to clear the furnace and light the fire. I am sorry;
but you will be obliged to wait till after breakfast."
Supervisor grew impatient, and the more impatient she was the colder she
grew. Her comfort was the first thing to be attended to in that
institution. The prisoners might go without their breakfast,--the
Matrons might faint away for want of food,--it was only paying her
proper respect to light her fire, as soon as the order was given.