I thought he was afraid of her violence; but I had no apprehension on that score, so when the Doctor came, not thinking of the order, I opened the cell as I had always done under the other Deputy. I had occasion to think, afterwards, that he did not wish her to tell her own story, unless it was in his presence; or intended to prevent her altogether. The front door of the kitchen stood open, and the Doctor came in that way without seeing any of the officers. "What is the matter here?" he asked in his jolly way; "who is cut to pieces?" "Callahan has cut herself," I answered, as I went to get the key to open her cell. "How did she do it?" "She got angry and struck her hand through the window." "Is that the way you do when you get angry?" "Did you come here to treat me?" "Women are a great deal alike, are they not?" "You make an assertion, and ask me to confirm it." "Isn't it so?" "As much alike as different men, if you are really interested to know my opinion." "How about the other?" "You wish to understand my disposition, do you? I am happy to gratify you on that point so far as my knowledge goes. There is method in my madness. I usually consider the matter awhile, or sulk; then, make a thorough application of the dictionary to the offending party. Look out for yourself or you may get a blow sometime from Webster's Unabridged." I had opened the black cell door. "What are you in here again for so soon, Callahan? Let me see your arm." She reached out her arm, and the Doctor took off the bandages. "I'll tell you the truth, Doctor." "Tell away." "I called to little red-headed Jones,--you know that little dumpy thing that fetches the work for us,--I called to Jones to fetch me some work. She was talking to that little fire-brand of a Harlan that takes care of the engine in the work-room. Well, you see, she felt so nice to be taken notice of by Harlan, that she wouldn't mind when I spoke. She pretended not to hear. I called louder, 'Jones, fetch me some work,' Jones was mad then, and said, 'I'll fetch it when I please.' Then I told her to fetch me some work now, and do her talking afterwards: 'That's what you're here for,' I said. Harlan was mad, and went straight out into the men's shop and reported me. The Master and the Deputy came right in, and made towards me. I was mad; for if anybody was reported it ought to be Harlan and Jones, for it is against the rules for them to be talking together; but 'twasn't against the rules for me to ask for work. When I saw the Master and the Deputy coming straight to me, to lock me up, I pulled up a chair to knock him down, I was so mad to think I was going to be locked up for nothing, and Jones to be let go when she had been breaking the rules. And Harlan to report me, when he helped her break 'em. The little spit-fire!" "Why didn't you wait and see if you were going to be locked up, and tell the Master how it was, before you took up a chair to strike him down?" I asked.