There's no telling when we'll get another prisoner.

Tomorrow the blacksmith will fix some iron bars to your window so folks can look in and see you.

It will give a heap more air to the place--" "Unless I do get more air, you will not be troubled long by me!" declared the judge in a tone of melancholy conviction.
The building was intolerably hot, the advantages of ventilation having been a thing the citizens of Pleasantville had overlooked.

But the judge was a reasonable soul; he was disposed to accept his immediate personal discomfort with a fine true philosophy; also, hope was stirring in his heart.

Hope was second nature with him, for had he not lived all these years with the odds against him?
"You do sweat some, don't you?
Oh, well, a man can stand a right smart suffering from heat like this and not die.