"You was thinking what a wicked wretch I am?"
"I wish you might become better, and never come in this place again. It is a great deal of suffering for so little comfort as you can take in sin. Won't you try to do better, Callahan?"
"I can't in here. They are just as bad as I am that put me in here, and they'll never make me any better."
There was the injustice for which she had suffered rankling in her heart.
"It is more what we do ourselves than what others do to us which makes us happy or unhappy."
"It's what they've done to me that makes me unhappy, and if ever I catch them —— outside, I'll pay 'em back,—I will, if I go to h—l for it!"
"Callahan, Callahan, be patient and gentle! Don't think of any wicked things to do outside, but think how to behave so that you can stay there. Remember it was for your own deeds that you came in here. If you hadn't been in here, they couldn't have put you in the black cell. Be gentle and patient while you are here, now that it can't be helped, and never come again."
"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.