The thefts stop, but other discipline problems remain. The girls constantly complain about the food. We serve lentil dahl, rice, and curry, the same food eaten by nearly everyone in Calcutta. Do they expect to eat like the Viceroy? Mrs. Oliver, a strong-willed woman, takes their side and brings me a plate of the food. It’s fine. I remind Mrs. Oliver the girls are fortunate to have regular meals of decent quality. I order her to bring me the next girl wasting food or refusing to eat it. Mrs. Oliver brings Joboni, a headstrong girl who encourages others to disobey the rules.
“Joboni, Mrs. Oliver tells me you won’t eat your food. Why not?”
“I don’t like it,” Joboni says.
“I see. Hold out your hand.”
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