Prisons -- United States; Women prisoners -- United States
The clothes that she had taken off were carefully folded, put in a bag
by themselves, and labeled, to restore to her when she went out of the
prison.
When I returned to the kitchen, my girls had found out who the new
prisoner was, how long a sentence she had, and what was the offense for
which she had been committed.
How the facts got circulation in so short a time, was a mystery to me.
XI.
INSIDE MANAGEMENT.
In deciding upon the capabilities of the prisoners Mrs. Supervisor made
herself useful.
Her first care was to find out how long a sentence a woman had. That
determined one qualification for her own service. If the sentence were
for two or three years, and there was to be a vacancy in her own family,
the woman was eligible to a place there, provided she could be trained
into the work required.
This care was taken to save herself and her Housekeeper the trouble of
changing.
To oversee her housekeeping was the Supervisor's pet employment, and it
was fortunate for the Housekeeper that the government super-official had
one pet. Through that partiality, she got two hours and a half more
sleep in the morning than the rest of us.
She was not called till half past six; but I unlocked her women at the
same time that I did the others.
I was glad she could be so favored; but I could not see the justice of
such an arrangement.
I found, in the course of time, that it was a system of mutual favor. I
went in to breakfast one morning, and there was no milk on the table.
Katie, the table girl, went to the refrigerator, that stood in the room,
to get me some. She had just laid her hand upon the bowl when the
Housekeeper, with a quick motion, arrested her.
"I must have that cream for the Master's breakfast!" she whispered.
She took the bowl, removed the cream into one pitcher, poured the
skimmed milk into the one Katie held in her hand, and sent it to me.
I was not particularly anxious to drink skimmed milk in my tea so that
the Master might have cream; but I supposed it was in some way to
contribute to the support of the institution; or that there was an order
of the Board to that effect, so I made no complaint. Indeed it was my
policy not to appear to notice what was going on in such trifling
matters,--trifling to the Supervisor, probably, whatever they might have
been to the inferior officers.
Before I knew the Housekeeper's hour of rising, I went into her kitchen,
on an errand, several times before she was up.
I always found the women working on nice embroidery. They could not
attend to their housework because the Housekeeper had the keys, and was
not up to unlock the stores and give out the things to work with. But
there could be no relaxation of their labor on that account. They must
be up and at work.
One morning, Mary Hartwell asked me to look on the list, and see if her
name were there.
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