In a short time the officer who was to oversee the white-washing came in,-- "As it is so damp to-day, the Deputy told me I had better put the men on a job down in the men's workshop; so they won't be in here to-day." "If the whitening will dry there, why not here?" I asked. He smiled. "The men have begun there; it won't be best to take them off. I don't think the Deputy would like to have me come in here now." "I don't think he would," was my knowing reply. Very soon, Mr. Deputy made his appearance again, and came up to me with a nice, spicy compliment. "I find it the same here early and late, quiet and clean." "I'm glad you are pleased with my place." "Can't you go over to the wash-room, and set the women to work, when they go out from breakfast? And I should like to have you stay there as much as you can this forenoon, to keep order. As it is pea day your women won't have a great deal to do; and you have got them so well trained they will get on very well without you. You will have no trouble in managing both places." "O yes, sir; I will oblige you in that way with pleasure!" When they came in to white-wash the kitchen, it rained pouring. The only revenge I took upon the Deputy was to ask him if he thought it would be a good drying day. XVII. VISITING DAY. Visiting day, which came every fourth Wednesday, was a great occasion in the institution. For two weeks before it was due, the question was continually asked me,-- "Is it next Wednesday, or a week from next Wednesday, that is visiting day? I wonder if my husband will come! I wonder if anybody will come to see me! I want to see the old man so much! I want to hear from the childer so much!" For a day or two it was my constant care to repress the talk occasioned by the overflowing of their expectations, or fears, so as to get their work done by the women. The Doctor, when he came to make his visits, passed the kitchen door. That door was made of small panes of ground glass. There was a wooden one inside, to slide over it at night. When he announced his arrival, he had knocked upon one of the panes, with the head of his cane, and broken it. It had been done apparently for mischief; but I thought it was to give the prisoners a glimpse of the blue sky, and the green trees, and the bright flowers that were in front of the prison. The windows of the kitchen were of the same ground glass, cut into small panes of six by seven. They were made fifty or a hundred years ago, no doubt, with the utilitarian notion of producing greater diligence in the inmates by shutting out all attractive sights which might decoy them from their work. The Matron was taken into the account; her attention must not be drawn from the care of her maidens.