The weak-eyed girl watched him.

He found that all the women with children, twenty persons in all, were obliged to sleep in one room, which, owing to the hill-slope, was partly under ground, and which had but half a window for light, and no ventilation, except the chance draft from the door.

Jones had declared that the women with children must stay there--"he warn't goin' to have brats a-runnin' over the whole house." Here were vicious women and good women, with their children, crowded like chickens in a coop for market.
And there were, as usual in such places, helpless, idiotic women with illegitimate children.

Of course this room was the scene of perpetual quarreling and occasional fighting.
In the quarters devoted to the insane, people slightly demented and raving maniacs were in the same rooms, while there were also those utter wrecks which sat in heaps on the floor, mumbling and muttering unintelligible words, the whole current of their thoughts hopelessly muddled, turning around upon itself in eddies never ending.
"That air woman," said the weak-eyed girl, "used to holler a heap when she was brought in here.

But Pap knows how to subjue 'em.