"You have a hired choir?" I asked.
"Yes, and an organ?"
That information sounded strangely in contrast with the scanty meals and the solitary cells.
Where does the praise of God come in?
XIII.
LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY.
After the kitchen was put in order, that Sunday afternoon, I gathered the women around me, and read a story to them, from a religious newspaper.
I also read them one of the Saviour's parables. Then, I talked with them so as to find out what ideas they entertained of themselves, and the lives they had led.
"What are you in here for, Sarah?" I asked of a smart, bright, active woman. As she was among convicts she was called bold; but if she were working outside she would be called a smart, capable woman. If any notice were taken of her ways she would be just remarked as independent.
"For shoplifting, ma'am;" and with a toss of her head, that was intended to ward off reproof, she added, "When I go out of here I will do just so again. I'll take five dollars for every day they've left me here."
"Then you will get detected, and brought back again."