"A very cross man send us away," said the girl. "He say he put us
in jail too. We can see our fadder no more."

Her words were followed by a new outburst of grief on the part of
Paulina and the two children.

"But the Judge said you were to see him," said Mrs. French in
surprise. "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