Jean crossed one foot over the other, leaned slightly forward and with her head dropped a little to one side in the old-time way, sat studying the fire. She was trying to solve some knotty problem.
Her father smiled. It seemed she was the little Jean come back.
CHAPTER III.
JEAN THE ABOLITIONIST.
"Come in, father, and make yourself comfortable." It was Jean speaking, as she stood in the glow of the library lamp. "I have been waiting for you. You need not cast your eye around for the paper; you will not find it until my case has had a hearing."
Judge Thorn sank into the great easy chair before the fire with an air of forced resignation, and the young woman continued: