"I'm sorry you went to see the boy!" "I'm glad," was his daughter's quick retort.

"I've been getting much too sure of myself--of my school, I mean, and what it can do.

I needed this to bring me back to the kind of world we live in!" "What do you mean ?" he roughly asked.
"I mean there are schools and prisons! And gallows and electric chairs! And I'm for schools! They've tried their jails and gallows for whole black hideous centuries! What good have they done?
If they'd given Joe back to the school and me, I'd have had him a fireman in a year! I know, because I studied him hard! He'd have _grown_ fighting fires, he would have _saved_ lives!" Again she stopped, with a catch of her breath.

In suspense he watched her angry struggle to regain control of herself.

She sat bolt upright, rigid; her birthmark showed a fiery red.