"What is the matter, sir? pray what is the matter?" I asked, as I turned back to follow him. "Mrs. Martin says she heard some one in solitary, this afternoon, in one of the upper cells; and there has been no one put in for three days." "And I have fed no one up there for three days!" I exclaimed in an agony of apprehension. The second thought followed fast upon the first. "It cannot be, Mr. Deputy! I have passed those doors several times a day, and the sweeps sleep next to the black cells. No woman would stay there three days and nights without letting it be known. If there had been any one there I should not have forgotten her, and I don't think you would." "Mrs. Martin says she heard her talk and sing this afternoon." "It cannot be! She has been very cool to make no mention of it till now." But the thought of my having left any one so long in solitary, without food, took my strength from me. My limbs trembled; I sunk upon the steps. "It cannot be, Mr. Deputy, that we have been so careless! Mrs. Martin has been very cool about it. She had my key about three; it is now after eight. No woman who had been in solitary three days without food would be merry enough to sing." He slackened his pace; but still said,-- "I am going to see!" When he came down I asked him what he found. "An empty cell," he said quietly. Mrs. Hardhack did not let her superior officer off so easily. "I wish that woman could ever exercise a little common sense!" was her gentle comment. "She is Head Matron of this institution,--you ought to speak of your superiors with respect;" was my sarcastic rejoinder. I could not choke down the remark. The Deputy showed his humanity by looking into the matter as soon as it was told him, as much as such testimony, in his favor, is to the disadvantage of the brilliant and energetic Head of the female department of the prison. That man was very acute in his management to get along pleasantly with the officers; and obtain from them what service he wished. If he exacted labor of us, that he had no right to ask, he made the exaction tolerable by his manner. One day we were without a Receiving Matron. On that day I had had the promise of having my kitchen white-washed, and had made my arrangements for it, so as to make it as easy for the women as I could, while it was going on. I expected to take the Receiving Matron's place; but I gave no hint that I expected to do so. I wished to see how the Deputy would manage to obtain the favor from me. He came in quite early in the morning and said to me,-- "I'm afraid we can't do the kitchen for you to-day. I don't think the white-wash will dry. It is too damp." If he sent his men in to white-wash it would be impossible for me to leave, and go to the Receiving Matron's rooms, and oversee the washing. I saw through his plan; but I said,-- "I think I can keep fire enough to dry it. I have made my arrangements to have it done." "I'll see," he said, and went out.