Fouchette wondered what dreadful crime this child of forty years ago had committed to have been thus treated. She must have been very, very wicked.
"Yes, forty years ago——"
"How much did they give you, madame?"
"Er—what's that, petite?"
"Pardon, madame, but how much time yet do you have to serve?"
"I don't understand," replied the puzzled woman, unfamiliar with worldly terms.
"Why, I mean, how long did they send you up for?" asked the child.
"Send?—they?—who?"
"The police."
"Police? Mon Dieu! my child, the police had nothing to do with me."