Yetta rushed into Mrs. Karner's arms and had hard work not to kiss Longman. She had not realized that she was lonely until she saw the familiar faces.
"We've only got fifteen minutes," Longman said. "So we must get down to business. Did they bring you to the warden's house at once?"
"No. At first—the first night I was in a cell. It was about nine the next morning the warden came and took me out."
"Just as I was telling you," Longman said to Mrs. Karner. "When they read the newspapers, they got scared and made an exception for her. Your newspaper campaign did it."
"What?"
And Mrs. Karner told Yetta all about it; how angry her friends were to hear of her being accused of assault and how they had made an awful row in the papers. Yetta's face burned. If Longman had been alone, she would have told him the truth in spite of Braun's interdiction. But she was not sure that Mrs. Karner would understand.
"It's hard on you, Yetta," Longman said, "to be locked up. But it's great business for the strike. It was just such a picturesque outrage as this that was needed to attract attention. The papers are full of it, and everybody's for the vest-makers. The girls took a collection on the street yesterday and got nearly a thousand dollars. The bosses are scared. Their organization is breaking up. Two of the shops have settled already. It looks like a victory all round."
For ten minutes more they gave her the hopeful news and loving messages. Then they saw the warden coming across the grass.
"Is there anything you'd like to have me send you?" Longman asked.
"I'd like some books that tell about Socialism."