"That's what they did when the world was young, dear ma'm'selle.

There was no time to build jails.
Alone on the prairie--a separate prairie for every criminal--that would take a lot of space; but the idea is all right.

It mightn't provide the proper degree of punishment, however.

But that is being too particular.
Alone on the prairie for punishment--well, I should like to see it tried." He remembered that saying of his long after, while yet he was alive, and a tale came to him from the prairies which made his eyes turn more intently towards a land that is far off, where the miserable miscalculations and mistakes of this world are readjusted.

Now he was only conscious of a primitive imagination looking out of a young girl's face, and making a bridge between her understanding and his own.
"What else would you do if you were a judge ?" he asked presently.
"I would make my father be a miller," she replied.