"O no! He is a good man; and he cried when I came here,--for me and the poor childer. He pitied me, and told me how hard it would be on me, seein' I was never used to it." Crazy Manhattan came up just in time to hear the last sentence. "An' sure it is hard on her! I've known her outside, and she's not bein' used to lift her finger to work." "She had better have been, than to have been lifting her finger to take other people's goods." "Give me a slice of bread, ma'am, an' you please! I've been ironing in the wash-room, and I've done your own things beautifully. Don't tell the Deputy!" she said, as she slipped it under her apron and ran away. "I knew her a little outside," said the steam woman; "but she was nothing but a house thief!" Well, well! the fashions of society obtain among thieves as well as the principles. A shop lifter ranks in a higher grade than a house thief. I talked with Allen some time, and tried to show her that whatever others might do was no excuse for her in wrong doing. At last she admitted it; but wound up by saying,-- "Ise got such an itching in my fingers for it, I couldn't help taking the things." The patience which is required to inculcate right principles, where wrong ones have been practiced for half a century, is incalculable. But it does not come in comparison with that which is exercised towards us by the long-suffering Father of our spirits. XVIII. CALLAHAN AGAIN. I stood by the mush-boiler, one morning, calculating the probabilities of having that delicacy well cooked by eleven o'clock, so that a second edition might be issued before night, when I heard the cry out in the prison,-- "Callahan is coming! Callahan is coming! they've had an awful row at the shop!" I had some idea of what a row with Callahan meant. I had been told that she had snatched the Master's wig from his head, torn it in bits, and scattered it to the winds; that she had pulled the Deputy's watch from his pocket, and stamped it beneath her feet; that she had ripped their coats open with her fingers, and scratched their faces like a cat. I had heard that she gloried in being the worst tempered woman in the shop, in being stronger than a man, and bragged that it took two to confine her. To me she had always been respectful and obedient, even when in solitary. Once, when I saw her speak while marching into prison, I "admonished" her. "Callahan, you know it is against the rules to talk when you are coming in; you won't do it again?" "No, ma'am; but Callahan isn't my name, now; that was my first husband's name. It is Goodenough, now. Please call me Goodenough!" "I will call you so; and I hope you will be good enough when you are under my care." "I will be good when I am under your care." That was all the experience I had had in reproving, or punishing, Callahan when she had offended in my presence. And that was the only offense she had committed.