(She held it up to view).
The judge did look. “Don’t cry,” he said,
“We’ll see what we can do.”
“What charge against the prisoner, clerk?”
“Sold apples in the street.
She had no license, and, when fined,
The fine she could not meet.”
“My mamma’s good. Please, let her go.”
The judge looked down and smiled;
“So well you’ve pleaded, she shall be