"Now look me in the face!"
That was a hard command for her to fulfill; but she looked up at me.
"Caught in the act of stealing! You do not intend to treat me any better than you do any one else?"
"I did not mean it against you,—indeed I didn't!"
"Every rule that you disobey is something done against me."
"I suppose you will report me; but I was awful hungry."
"The rest of the prisoners are awful hungry; you are no worse off than they when you share equally with them; but if you rob them, in order to help yourself to more than they have, you make them worse off."
"I did not think of that. I work hard, and I earn a good living, and I mean to get it if I could. It's a shame for me to go hungry when I work so hard."
"If you steal food here, Bridget, you steal it from your fellow-prisoners, not from the institution. There is just so much allowed for you all, and the rest won't get any more, in any way, if you take it from them. They must go without if you have it; and they work just as hard as you, and get no more for it."
"It makes me awful mad to think I work so hard, and don't get any pay for it."