When she had read all there was, she drew a long, uneven breath.
"So now I know," she said.
What she had read was headed, 'End of the Trial.Verdict.

Sentence.' The name of the man who had been tried was the name of her Father.
The verdict was 'Guilty.' And the sentence was 'Five years' Penal Servitude.' "Oh, Daddy," she whispered, crushing the paper hard, "it's not true--I don't believe it.

You never did it! Never, never, never!" There was a hammering on the door.
"What is it ?" said Bobbie.
"It's me," said the voice of Phyllis; "tea's ready, and a boy's brought Peter a guinea-pig.

Come along down." And Bobbie had to..