She jerked it away from me. I looked her steadily in the eye. She dropped hers. She was wavering between the disposition to obey, and the desire to indulge her temper. "There is the Dr.'s whistle, Annie. Run to the wash-room, and tell Mrs. Martin he is coming!" She ran out quickly; but when she came back, she walked slowly, looking down to her feet. She came up to me and asked:-- "Why didn't you get me punished? I almost broke my promise; but I didn't mean to. If you had scolded me, I certainly should." "I did not get you punished, because I see that you are trying to govern your temper, and I promised to help you. If I were to get angry and scold, of what use would it be for me to reprove you?" "If you had scolded me then, I should certainly have sauced you, and then I should have been punished. Didn't you send me away on purpose?" "If I did, it was better than scolding." "I thought so; and this shall be the last time I will be so foolish." "I hope so; but if I am obliged to hold up my finger a great many more times, I shall not be disappointed." V. THE SUPERVISOR, AND THE RULES. As my orders conflicted, and my work bothered me, I made another effort to find a head manager, or some printed regulations. When the Deputy came in, on his morning rounds, I asked him,-- "Is the Master's wife Head Matron here?" "Yes." "Then why does she not come and teach me to manage my department, and see that I do my duty? I go to you, and you tell me the other matrons know. I go to them, and they tell me so many conflicting things that I am bothered more than helped. Then if I ask some of them one thing, they wish to manage the whole, and come in, and give orders that produce such an effect that I am obliged to give others to countermand them. They give them in such a way, too, that my women are all stirred up, and it takes me a long time to get them settled down again. This morning, one of them told Mrs. Martin that she needn't come in here putting on airs, and giving off orders, when she was no better than the rest of them. I pretended not to hear it, for I really thought she provoked the answer. If there is a Head Matron, she ought to come to my rescue." "The Master's wife is Supervisor," said the good-natured fellow, after thinking a few moments. He was anxious to make it right on her part. Superfudge! I thought to myself. I said,-- "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."