"For you, I will; and I'll try not to go in the ways that bring me here. But if I should meet them, I know I should forget it all. I should think about it, and it would make me so mad. If I was out of the right way, and got in here, the Master had no right to lock me up here for what I did not do." I had no justification of that proceeding to offer, so I said nothing more. "Will you please give me a drink of water?" asked Callahan in a moment. "Callahan, you know that I cannot! Why do you hurt my feelings by asking me?" "You have the keys,--you could give it to me, and the Deputy would never know it. If you knew how dry I am you would." "I cannot, Callahan. When I go out of here I can tell those who make the rules, how hard it is to go so long without drinking, and how tiresome it is to lie, and sit, and stand on the stones, and perhaps they will change them; but I cannot disobey." "O dear!" she sighed, and began to sing. Every sound went through my heart like the stab of a sharp knife. If that were my child! was the agonizing thought. What keeps my children from such a fate? The loving care of Him who holds the hearts of all in His hand. I could have gone prostrate on the cold stones to thank Him that He had saved them from such a fate, and me from such an agony of sorrow. How can I show my gratitude? By trying to make less hard the hapless lot of the unfortunates around me, and teaching them in the principles that lead to better practices. My tears almost choked my utterance as I called to her, "Callahan, stop that singing unless you mean to break my heart!" O'Brien had been standing on the steps that led to the kitchen, only a few feet from me. She came along and sat down on a low stool at my feet. "How different you are to what I thought you was when you came in here. You stepped round so square and independent, I thought we had got a hard mistress." "Look here!" said Callahan, "it does me good to speak to you sometimes. It is easier to be patient, and the time don't seem so long. Look here! Do you love Hardhack?" "I know very little about her." "I heard her in the kitchen scolding awhile ago, and you took it as cool as could be. If I'd been you I'd put her out. She has no right to come in your place and give orders. It sets me crazy to hear her." "If I could not keep my own temper when I am annoyed, how could I teach you to keep yours?" "That's it," said O'Brien. "Hardhack gets mad in the shop, and scolds us, and we scold back; and then we get punished. I wish there was somebody to report her, too." "Girls, did you ever hear of One who said, 'Love your enemies, bless them that curse you'?" "Yes; but I never saw anybody do it," said O'Brien. "Did you ever try to do it, Callahan?" "No! I always thought 'twas all moonshine. It'll do to preach about." "It will do to practice, too. Suppose you try it towards Mrs. Hardhack, and see how much happier you will feel."