The guard went sullenly to the door, followed by Mrs. French.

"Come in here," he said in a gruff voice.

Mrs. French hurried past him, took Paulina by the arm, and
saying, "Come in and sit down," led her to a bench and sat
beside her. "It's all right," she whispered. "I am sure you
can see your husband. Tell her," she said to Irma.

In a short time Mr. Cowan came back.

"They may see him," he said. "It is against all discipline,
but it is pretty hard to resist Mrs. French," he continued,
turning to the doctor.

"It is quite useless trying," said the doctor; "I have long ago
discovered that."

"Come," said that little lady, leading Paulina to the door of the cell.

The guard turned the lock, shot back the bolts, opened the door
and motioning with his hand, said gruffly to Paulina, "Go in."

The woman looked into the cell in shrinking fear.

"Go on," said Mrs. French in an encouraging voice, patting her on
the shoulder, "I will wait here."

Clinging to one another, the woman and children passed in through