"Wait for me," she added.
She ran out and told the doctor in indignant words what had taken place, a red spot glowing in each white cheek.
"Isn't it a shame ?" she cried when she had finished her story.
"Oh, it's something about prison rules and regulations, I guess," said the doctor.
"Prison rules!" exclaimed Mrs.French with wrath rare in her.
"I'll go straight to the Judge myself." "Get in," said the doctor, taking up the lines.
"Where are you going?
We can't leave these poor things in this way," the tears gathering in her eyes and her voice beginning to break.
"Not much," said the doctor briskly; "we are evidently in for another scrap.

I don't know where you will land me finally, but I'm game to follow your lead.

We'll go to the jail." Mrs.French considered a moment.

"Let us first take these children to the hospital and then we shall meet Paulina at the jail." "All right," said the doctor, "tell them so.

I am at your service." "You are awfully good, Doctor," said the little lady, her sweet smile once more finding its way to her pale face.
"Ain't I, though ?" said the doctor.