“Just after that I saw that other girl, away down the line, so white, she must have cried and cried, and looking so frightened.  I thought, ’Oh, I ought to ask for her to come with us, too’ But I did not dare.  I thought, ’I will make that matron so mad that she will not even let Anna Lunska and me stay together,’ So I got almost to our cell before I went out of the line and across the hall and went back to the matron and said:  ’Oh, there is another Russian girl here.  She is all alone.  She cannot speak one word of English.  Please, please couldn’t that girl come with my friend and me?’

“She said, ‘Well, for goodness’ sake!  So you want to band all the strikers together here, do you?  How long have you known her?’

“I said, ‘I never saw her until to-day.’

“The matron said, ‘For the land’s sake, what do you expect here?’ but she did not say anything else.  So I went off, just as though she wasn’t going to let that girl come with us; for I knew she would not want to seem as though she would do it, at any rate.

“But, after we were in the cell with an Irish woman and another woman, the door opened, and that Russian girl came in with us.  Oh, she was so glad!

“After that it was the same as the night before, except that we could see the light of the boats passing.  But it was dark and cold, and we had to put both the quilt and the blanket over us and lie on the springs, and you must keep all of your clothes on to try to be warm.  But the air and the smells are so bad.  I think if it were any warmer, you would almost faint there.  I could not sleep.

“The next day they made me scrub.  But I did not know how to scrub.  And, for Anna Lunska, she wet herself all over from head to foot.  So they said, very cross, ’It seems to us you do not know how to scrub a bit.  You can go back to the sewing department.’  On the way I went through a room filled with negresses, and they called out, ’Look, look at the little kid,’ And they took hold of me, and turned me around, and all laughed and sang and danced all around me.  These women, they do not seem to mind at all that they are in prison.

“In the sewing room the next two days I was so sick I could hardly sew.  The women often said horrid things to each other, and I sat on the bench with them.  There was one woman over us at sewing that argued with me so much, and told me how much better it was for me here than in Russian prisons, and how grateful I should be.

“I said, ’How is that, then?  Isn’t there the same kind of food in those prisons and in these prisons?  And I think there is just as much liberty.’”

On the last day of Natalya’s sentence, after she was dressed in her own little jacket and hat again and just ready to go, one of the most repellent women of the street said to her, “I am staying in here and you’re going out.  Give me a kiss for good-by.”  Natalya said that this woman was a horror to her.  “But I thought it was not very nice to refuse this; so I kissed her a good-by kiss and came away.”