A SENSITIVE PRISONER.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 18, 30 April 1892, Page 462

A SENSITIVE PRISONER.

An oldish man with a worried look on his face entered the Trumbull Avenue Station the other day and asked if a certain named woman was a prisoner there. When assured she was he continued :—

* Well, she’s my wife, and I called to tell you that she’s very sensitive, and to ask yon not to injure her feelings.’ 1 Oh, we shan’t hurt her feelings,’ replied the sergeant. ‘ I’m glad of it. You never saw anyone so sensitive. If one of you should 4° to her cell door and call out, “ Well, old slouch, bow do yon feel F* it would take her a week to get over it.’ * Nothing of the sort will be said.’ * Thanks. Don’t let anyone make faces at her, or ask her how she likes it so far as she has gone.’ •No.’ * And I hope no one will yell out at her. “ Ah, there, Nancy, but it’s sixty days this time.” She’s awfully sensitive.’ * No one shall yell at her.’ * Thanks. Please don’t swear in her presence.’ •No.’ * And don’t call “ Whoa, Emma,” at her.’ * Just touch your hat to her, same as to any lady, and let her suppose yon think she had sunstroke. She’s very, very sensitive, and I want to spare her feelings.’