"Warden," Longman said as the official approached, "we've enjoyed this visit very much. We're greatly obliged to you for your especial kindness to Miss Rayefsky. Would you have any objection to my sending her some books?"
"She can read my books, if she wants to," he said gruffly.
"That's very kind, I'm sure. But she wants to study. It's some books on economics I want to send her."
"I've no objection," the warden said. "Send them to me. But no newspapers."
Mrs. Karner kissed her again, and Longman shook hands. There had been little of such kindness in Yetta's life, and their visit touched her deeply. The thoughts of the last few days had been tinged with bitterness. It was softened by the realization that she had friends. In the great city there beyond the river were people who cared for her. And what wonderful people they were!
The Department tug swung out into the current, and Yetta saw Mrs. Karner waving her handkerchief. She jumped up to wave back.
When Mrs. Karner sat down, there were tears in her eyes.
"Do you suppose she'll keep the faith?" she asked Longman.
He was surprised by the question. He had never heard Mrs. Karner use the word "faith" before. She was ordinarily brilliantly cynical.
"I don't quite understand."